Lyrics:
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only
that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
to share your love with a friend
That's all that you've got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
I'm blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper
On a track so
to share your love with a friend
That's all that you've got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
a super-dooper MC party pooper
On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy
Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!"
Everybody get
the whip, but he won't whip us
So the world says no?
Well the kids do too
Try to walk all over us
We'll stomp all over you
Can they kick us out?
Dear Lord, Jesus, Buddha, Allah or can I just call you Joe
I've got a lot of things to tell you and some things I gotta know
I'm tired of hearing
your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through
me
I believe there's going to be an explosion
It's tough for me, oh baby
I can do worry
Tell me all your troubles
You won't ever have to worry
so y'all niggas are packed
Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whip
Give me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car
I can do better
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
Don't walk out there with your hand open
Good things come to those who wait
She don't even care about who she is
She don't care about nothing
nothing about me worth a damn
If I can't be my old man's son
Your world and mine are worlds apart
This 'square peg, round hole' thing's too hard
Being
to share your love with a friend
That's all that you've got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
own thing or just being cool.
You remember only about the brass ring,
You forget all about the golden rule.
You can mislead a man,
You can take
East west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY
animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your
ain't here to see your prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king
Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me
That's
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
he did it all for charity
He's filling his coffers from the enemy
And that old man won't lighten up his fees
Don't trust him, don't believe him, what
need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay
But without all of these things I can do
But without your love I won't make it through
But you don't
me all your troubles.
You won't ever have to worry now,
Just one more thing, ask everybody,
Everybody you see,
You'll find yourselve lost
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
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