Lyrics:
gone
It's hard for you to say
Texas gets more beautiful, with every passing day
Got a letter from my family, said they'd had a lot of rain
It washed
Standing in the rain
Washing off my sins
The streets ain't the same
They spin one time, they'll spin again
Go make love to an angel
While
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
weighs eighteen stone
(That's two hundreds fifty six pounds)
I don't mind her fat but,
It's not only that but,
She's cockeyed and muscle-bound, Molly
Make it rain trick, make it, make it rain trick
Make it rain trick, make it, make it rain trick
Make it rain, trick make it, make it rain trick
Make
splendid glory
I tell her, we all can make our own end to our story
Our intro is just our entrance it's chapter one
And we can make a clean cut like when
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
the Zodiac
To rap you, out the stack glue, word up
My style's tighter than a fat bitch in a cat suit
surprise G, it's not wise see to size me
When I
call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
Wearin' leather and better (What's your name?) DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer,
clean, be true,
Do whatever you can do,
Make it soon, or we all die,
Ten thousand years, and all we got is suicide,
If there be Gods, then tell me why,
make this shit, this shit old
You gotta stop treatin' these bitches like ladies and these ladies like hoes
Standing on the front row, man it's how it
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
make this shit, this shit old
You gotta stop treatin' these bitches like ladies and these ladies like hoes
Standing on the front row, man it's how it
our troubles away,
& the rain will wash our troubles
Clean away...
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(4.08)
Lead guitar by Heggarty /Feed-back by O'Keeffe
‘Ha!
cut from a different cloth among cut
(yeah)
Like wit Joe, Pooh, and Big Dho (what?)
It's the real truth
Don't make it strong it might kill you
Don't
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced
I
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f***in dudes
wanna know is there one sweet angel
That can make me smile
Ain't love a bitch
Torrential rains, wars and hurricanes
I wouldn't budge an inch
Your rent's
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
Japan they call me Godzilla
Up in Africa, King Kong gorilla
Don't make me, don't make me put this foot up your ass
(Don't do it)
Don't make me, don't
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
Could've been my back
I know you really love me, I don't know if I love you back
I brought your name up because you know your ass is fat
She call
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