Lyrics:
Your Mother's got bags of good advice
The don'ts exceed the do's
But she's not you
All it takes is a little nerve
As I close in for the kill
Down the road a ways I have heard say a new day's comin' on
Where the woman folks are friendly and the law leaves you alone.
Well I'll believe it
mental, my track record speaks for itself
I'm so instrumental
Allow me to rekindle
Lets all reminisce like Mary did
Think I have to send you a reminder
people see me creep
They mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside, kids aight
Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
now did you catch a victim? Hell no
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain
Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone, come get a little known
But I need more than
Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone, come get a little known
But I need more than
believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that
awake?
And he says, "I've got you written
In a black book by the railroad track
You see, I know your fate"
And I say, "you've got to listen
I
Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant
Joe's the business, ask about me
In the middle of the desert and they still can't drought me
You know Coka
fuck with me (real talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do, y'know?)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
know you can see that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it
So, let's just do it
Baby, you and me fit hand in glove
I'm in love
and clothes are too far out
While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
and clothes are too far out
While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
on I had wanted while I was gone
But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket
This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down
Either it's
Joe C.: Kyle's mama is a big fat bitch
She's tha biggest bitch I know
And she stinks like shit
Remember back in tha day when she was skinny
Now she
and gentlemen,
There's been a very slight accident in the park turn involving 35 cars.
I've have my assistent Pootwaddle on the track with a travelling microphone.
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
for the soul
And Lord, lookin' back at them years, you know I'd stay in that hole forever
Spring break tattoo, you knew better
Like the man in
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
heard me? It's like that, believe that
This year, fuck it I said it before and I meant it
I'm buying me a city
New Mannie, Louisiana, ya bitch you!
Hey now, where are you going
Where are you going to, my friend
Said I'm going out to find
The pastures of plenty
I believe they're out there
I believe in God
I believe in Destiny
Not Destiny in the sense of all of our Exerts being pre-determined
But Destiny in the Sense of our ability
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