Lyrics:
Oh Baby Joe
What are you gonna do
Your good gal is gone
Says she's tired of you
Dark clouds rolling in
Looks like rain today
Oh Baby Joe
Your hair's
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
that's that Green Day
Far from weak, a young black history month
Heralding good news
Mild sauce jumping out my wing tray
House on vinyl, money kinda vital
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
minor league shit, beasting
Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Bugging on how
face
Cause I ain't good enough
My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look
She keep that pussy tucked
Now things are looking up
Recommend the mescaline
Digest
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
crying my Niggas are true
The hood cry niggas die young who for the good guys
The hood cry niggas die young who for the good guys
The hood cry niggas die
it if you wanna or you need it bad enough
You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough
Anyway it's Saturday night time to see
want to know how to keep track?
Well, one is good looking and young and rich
While one is good looking and young and rich
The rest are good looking
in this rocky world
You said do I look like I could be a strong mother?
And raise the good side of a young daughter
In the hotel Shangri La, let
to the Randy Marion Studio
How are you doing today, man?
I'm doing good, man
Thanks for having me out
Absolutely, man
It's great to be here
Glad to have you
too long, I can't wait to see you again
Oh my God this turbulence has got me sippin' on this liquor
Crazy racist white bitch looking at us like "who are
on a brotha, that's a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted brotha with that blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve, than
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
the overwhelming amount of evidence
The D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good
They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats
I know it's difficult but
You know, the odds really are in our favor
Man
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
The whole world's changed
!
Wha-wh-what are we calling this track?
(Track 13 Of My New Album')
Okay, uhh, imaginative, imaginative (Yeah! Well you know,)
(Does what it says on the box, you
Beirut windows are slowly rising
Houses are piled up, always looking good
We live in them together, windows with different views
And life is still
it if you wanna or you need it bad enough
You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough
Anyway it's Saturday night time to see
rap
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural born killers
Record-breakin' the album
Went to Senegal to finish an album
And how I felt
Was no matter how it comes out
It's good for my mental health
Time away from timelines
With
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