Lyrics:
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
So fine I do my ting
Step forward mi nah look behind yo
Mi holla
Big up U roy
Big up Dillinger
Ram up the dance like mother Nature
Oh
acer uh
Might
Might just be your favourite uh
Hidup bukan pasal duit and about the fame
Time is wang saku you got to do it while you can
Roy
Roy
Roy
Hati
you with Roy
Where were you lil whore?
All this shit on me I'm stunting
All this shit on me I'm gunning
All this shit on me I'm running
From the pain, I
brain like you graduate from UWI
Baby, all you need is One Night with a Real One
I'mma make you scream Roy Simmons
Where you from? Never seen you here
buying
I'm trying to quit, but I just quit trying
Roy, you like women but you're a married man
Sneaking around every chance you can
The feminine nation's
Money funny honey, cook book looker
Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker
Easy fee degree, cute boot licker
Now I'll tell you something
It seems like the rich
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
At the center
At the center
We're at the center
At the center
Kuya Roy! How are you? Welcome to our center
It's so nice to see you and your family and that you
Good and bad wolf could not seem more distant
Cause there is a hole in my life that is missing
I feel like Jim, yeah
Watching you with Roy, yeah
Why are
subordinates
To carry weed for them on tour but talent's disproportionate
You bitch and moan a bit, heard you crying like Roy Orbison
You got extorted, shit,
You say we posed to be boys
Just like Lil durk and V Roy
But you lied through your teeth its kind of hard trying to weed out the noise
But fuck it it
to ideals
I never see you as less
You meet up to my appeals
Roy oh I didn't have the heart to say
You wasted your time my friend day and day
Roy oh I know you
Punk!)
Go man, go... go man, go...
Just a little bit softer
Golly, do I ever have a lot of soul!
Punk, I think I love you!
Come on, Roy
Questi
Live your life
The teacher called on Roy and asked
What you wanna be when you're grown? He said doctor
The other boys just laughed
He was mad
All
The Aggies wants you back
Gary Busey wants you back
Walter Cronkite wants you back
Judge Roy Bean wants you back
Tim Duncan wants you back
Patrick Swayze
lukewarm beer
To keep us sweet, Eddy, Roy and me
And Roy if you are listening
Thanks for all you've done
It was you and me on the factory floor
When rock
to the beach
'Till the undertow took you in
Do you remember when we could see
All the colors of BIV, ROY G
Now you're resting six feet under the ground near
the call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out there
The ring is mine, you can tell Roy
That's when
hard
And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me young Roy
Jones Jr. fighting the drugs and gun charge
Shit,
General de Gaulle on accordion.
Rather wild, General!
Thank you, sir.
Roy Rogers on Trigger.
Tune in Wild Man of Borneo on bongos.
Count Basie
nigga Roy you can ask my nigga Troy
Hitting licks in middle school just to get me some velours
At Mohammads makin dollars just to get shit from the store
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