Lyrics:
'em
Hits for why'all the same ? we bring 'em
Oh my, look what we got
Three boss players chillin in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em
of the Chainsaw written by Joe Bruce
Cut ‘em up Chuck (somebody)
Cut 'em up Chuck (get bloody)
Cut 'em up Chuck (go nutty)
Cut 'em up chuck (go)
Cut 'em up
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here, have another cup and forget about the dime
Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!"
feelin' ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties atop
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin'
You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's)
Here comes old Frank Taylor smelling like old gin
Guess his wife couldn't get him sober
It's up to me
no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
Pride
Marty Robbins and the Possum, ol' George Jones
Heard 'em all growin' up
In daddy's ol' farm truck
Eight-track stereo
Hey, that's country bro
Break 'em
Shit, uh, yo
Yeah
Uh
Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dog,
senoritas wind up with the bills
Dancin' romancin' always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe
[ piano ]
He makes the night spots all along the bay
When Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance
We all set off together
On this sorry ship of state
When the captain took the fever
We were hijacked
the love that can't be born today
Everybody walk away
Set 'em on up to knock 'em all down
And take me to your leader where the make up
Is fake as fuck
square's just a set of streets
That the people go 'round but they seldom think
'Bout the little man that built this town
Before the big money shut 'em
of slab and said
Hey yo there's money I there I just gotta have
When I catch up to these feinds I'm'a knock 'em on they ass
Not to brag, sometimes I
When I was quite a tiny lad
My nurse rehearsed me in a set routine
Of good and bad
When I grew up my parents would
Unduly emphasize the gulf between
ready, I don't need a vest (Ayy)
Press up like a condom on a TEC
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck 'em we ball
(Aye) , fuck 'em we ball (Aye)
Fuck 'em we ball
(Aye) ,
Let's put a new coat of paint
On this lonesome old town
Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' 'em down
You wear a dress
Baby I'll a tie
We'll laugh
you're never missed
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, and since when
So raise a glass to the memories and set em' free
And fill up all the ashtrays
crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Pick 'em up, set 'em up, watch it all go down
Oh yeah
Driving in my Cadillac rock box
I am so alive, I learned how to let it go
And on the day that I
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em
'em, I beat 'em, I burn 'em
Then I let 'em melt
They never heard of us, but look at me, I'm turning up
I slap the shirt off a stupid simpleton makin
side to side (D-Block)
(Put 'em up high, dunk ride cause)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em side to side (uh, yeah, uh yeah)
Put 'em
the people get sued
Is that arrogance dude
Got you comin' off rude
If you can't join 'em
Know you gotta beat 'em
If you can't join 'em
Know you gotta
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