Lyrics:
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I was gonna roll with what I said I was gonna do
Then, you know, I'm not gonna name no names
But people told me, "Oh, he's just a producer
look lame
Without them Joe podcast don't sound the same (it don't)
They got they own podcast now, I don't know the name (uh)
It ain't no Drink Champs
Fat Joe, get breaded
My penitentiary family'll
reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these suckers upside
U-Dubb but ain't
Make no profit back
To make ya pockets fat you had to
Leave that league and rock wit' Smack
It's obvious who make the hotter tracks
Yo
the sun
Either you a sinner or a citizen
Niggas ain't runnin', they gettin' guns
Or a chopper that's little as Big Sean
He on the block with that Barry
high as hell
Shit, he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes no more (I want your body, 'cause of that big ol'-)
Just bring the car back (did
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
ain't big enough
For the two of us, you'll be better off at College"
How it makes it better that's the problem
No one makes it out without a problem
How
Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk
Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin' with that
wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
the back door"
She aint got no back door
What she talkin smack fo'
Male bashin with Mary J
Like queen latifa she must be gay
In my radio you get no
wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning cuz
There ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mama standing by
Ooh
There's a boat that's
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
one gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you
with another man
And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your
with another man
And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your
with another man
And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your
a round me and my dogs get buck
With the K-E-P-O ready to crunk
We S-L-A-B now lil' bitch what
On a shred of the microphone
We ain't no punks
Dougie D so
hint
Why aim at reg when your more fun
Gonna kill a nigga like a badge and a gun
Aim it at your face, snap back with the reticle
Gonna lose your limbs,
said so
I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe
I'm making more dough than the average Joe Schmoe
If she's fronting on the pussy then
a Kotex
And get funky just like Joe Tex
Word, see my rhymes make your brain tick
Brothers bump my tape 'cause it's not the same shit
That you heard last
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