Lyrics:
your asses with Joe Jackson quickness
I'm not gonna halt or fall off when i falter
,nah, gotta stay solid rock of Gibraltar
What do I call exhaustion,
beaned her grandpa, nearly broke his jaw
Ms. Flaxen, our Shoeless Joe Jackson
She was the rebel in the crib, threw her mama into a-fib
The rebel in
We're going to cut to Stacey Jackson, who is reporting live from Covington, Kentucky
with one of the more bizarre stories you'll hear this year
Thanks to Curit's Jackson, I've
Already got mine, i shine!
(Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh oooooooooooooohhhhhh)
Yay's still livin' the crime route
I blow four charges
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
with my smoke
Turn a beef into sloppy joe
By any means you gone make a way
Bond money for my hitters they catch a case
Vido told let the top
make them all reminisce/
Joe Jackson with the switches, who beating this ."
I'm Santa Claus with the Sleigh bitch/
Slay dear, Hold rank, make it reign
can’t make out those words
That are coming from you
But whats that you said I can’t make out those words
That are coming from you
Where’s Joe Jackson
of tea)
But like all dead beat dads, the Father eventually got distracted by everything
And soon forgot about large numbers of his children
Even the Mother
Madison, the Constitution's dad
James Monroe, the Doctrine fellow was the fifth
John Quincy Adams, son of John became the sixth
Andrew Jackson, seven, was
a play nigga send me my portion
If I politic with him we chopped up bout choneese
Know a nigga who trap jump he sponsored by Jordan
Them fifties
Heroes, villains
Joe Bloggs prize
Hidden behind
Jackson Pollock's disguise
Everyone
Everyone's a schizo
Everyone
Within entertainments lies
Everyone
we'll go tic for tac
If I catch a play with my sideline i'm toe tapping
So what's happening
Strike something, make her sing like joe jackson or cassius
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
Said that had weapons of mass destruction but the evidence
Proves, that's a god damn lie
This is looting you should be bothered by so man why
Is Tucker
reaction
Walkin' on the moon like I'm Michael Jackson
Same feeling is met with molly and acid
Stretch the cash makin' it elastic
Flippin' packs gold medal
funny
Joe Jackson with the hands
I'mma make sons bleed
The frustrations of life making me succumb to it
Therapy sessions, now that I'm numb to it
motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Folow me
[Chorus]
Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come
a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush
Or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask
And there isn't one thing darlin'
I would not do for you
You know, I love you, see, see
I want you ride by my side
See see rider, ough, keep me satisfied
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
Verse 1:
90’s was the shit not saying that cuz I was a 90’s kid
80’s I gotta admit it, Jackson and Jordan was killin’ it back when
70’s was tragic
rephrase it
Feeling hit?
Then why don't you talk back like you did
You just got hit by a girl how does that feel though
I hate it when these boys call me joe
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