Lyrics:
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
cross me
Took it outta space and niggas thought they lost me
I'm back like a chiropract with b-boy survival rap
It ain't '94 Joe, we can't go back
right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight
Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail
Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies
the morning and plow
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with Birdie Joe Hoaks
I'm diggin' all the way to China with a silver spoon
While
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
I must admit
I'm hypnotized by that open road
I've got that old traveling bone
Buried deep inside my soul
But that don't mean baby I don't miss you
all the events that happen in this real world just kind of fall through.
It's loneliness"
Chorus
Lyrics Submitted by Jason Nichols 8/17/2005.
making
Baking soda by the bacon I'm cooking, mix and whip it
? Like syrup dripping, call Willie Randolph flipping
I'm, pimping, I ain't tripping bout you
[Redman]
[Chorus repeats 2x]
If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
Girl don't waste that swallow it all
We just
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
only took a couple of Marlboros
Oh but that was all they needed and the criminal was soon defeated
And now in jail I'm waiting for my punishment
a pussy up no condom.
Hustle state of mind I'm on my grind but niggas hope I fumble. Posted by myself on you monkeys, George of the Jungle.
I be on my grind
change my mind
My will is two-faced
Like the coin that I'm throwing
Over the dune and far behind
Hey joe, hey joe
A shuffling dromedary line
Are you goin'
I'm 'bout to spit fuego
This ain't no juego
Pull up with your hoe
She gave me sloppy joe
My flow got them like "Whoa"
We fucking on the low
I'm just
Morning cup of Joe
Wake up scroll my phone
Had a crazy night I was in a different zone
I jump into the whip
I don't know where I'm going
I got no
What's it mean to be alone now, how's it feel to be by yourself?
You got me, I didn't get you back, and you got me again.
[Chorus]
You got
at Sloppy Joe's
The drinks were standin' tall
With Buffett on the jukebox
And Hemingway on the wall.
Then up spoke Sam the Shrimper:
He said, "I've been
allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
Like Larry
One by one, they hit the dark {the dark}
Soldier of fortune
Soldier of fortune
{i'm a} soldier of fortune
Soldier of fortune
Show me your way
Soldier
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
Nose in our business
What is this some kinda joke?
Man, everywhere I go all I’m
Hearing is more talk
"What’s up with Jada and Fat Joe?
Doing a song with
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
Bitch I'm Remy, everything da-do
Hotel costs, ho
Yeah dinner by sol
And if you ain't know me, I need a real nigga
Get ya ghost with the tommy, no
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