Lyrics:
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(Voice: Joe) you call Sally, I'll call Sue
(Voice: Jim)
We'll grab the bus to the Central Park Zoo!
(Voice: Joe)
Hey don't delay, please do it right away
can bitch
Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul
By dropping names
I don't
movin'
I do the damn thang I get a brick, shit
I don't let it sit quick I move the damn thang
I can show you how to mix that shit
How to get that shit
Step inside love and stay,
Step inside love,
Step inside love,
Step inside love,
I want you to stay.
Joe Prairies and the Prairie
And the future don't look so bright
You can't even open your mailbox, you can't take the plane
And everybody lookin' for somebody to blame
I think I'm gonna
Written by Joe Babcock
Recorded by Hank Snow
I was born in Macon Georgia they kept my dad in the Macon jail
Dad said son if you keep your hands
the street
Like balloons made out of lead
Water pourin' into Vicksburg, don't know what I'm going to do
"Don't reach out for me," she said
"Can't you see
presents now
Cause you're just ingrates
If the G.I. Joe is gay what difference does it make
After all he's just a doll ain't too much he can do
If you
the Bronx Fat Joe!
Aiyyo I'm comin on de dance with de spliff of sensei
The name is Fat Joe and the crew is BDP
Ninety-three, was the year that I
bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by
can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by dropping names
I
bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by
of hush-your-mouth, 'n Joe South and that's home to me
California, I love you, your hills are high and your oceans blue
In LA there's always something to do
, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
of the tri borough
So what we gonna do right here son
Aiyyo matter fact son I'm tired of these niggaz man!
Word up!
[Fat Joe]
Hey yo
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
boy in your life
I think we can persuade him to do
The famous fat boy dance for you
Give me half a chance
I just know you'll like my fat boy's
Dear Lord, Jesus, Buddha, Allah or can I just call you Joe
I've got a lot of things to tell you and some things I gotta know
I'm tired of hearing
I'm a bad boy yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I know at times you feel stressed out
But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house
the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
You can dream but that's about all you can do
'Cause by the time old uncle Sam gets
(Hey-hey)
Now it's hey, mambo, mambo italiano
Hey mambo, mambo italiano
Go, go, Joe you mixed up siciliano
All you calabrese do the mambo like a crazy
Love you didn't do right by me
You planned a romance that just hadn't a chance and I'm through
Love you didn't do right by me
I'm back
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