Lyrics:
will do for your love [X4]
[Fat Joe:]
Yo, When it comes to chicks, I'm sick wit it
late night quick in it
or til late when the daylights still in
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Me and you..
Yo' momma and you girlfriends too..
We can take this to recharge..
And maybe we can do a men? - haha
It ain't shit, man
be a shame."
"Whatcha gonna do tomorrow, Joe?
Whatcha gonna do on Christmas, got any plans?"
"Nothin' much."
"Why don't you come by the house
Well twirl my turban, man alive
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big, fat, bouncin' boys
Solid avoir dupois
Mister Five by Five
to freak a little longer, can they play it again
Repeat 1
Yo, got my mind on my money, money on my mind
And to let you know, you just as good as gold
post-racial shit/always do your best to blow it out that nasal drip/
you Can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass we Joe Montana
Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer
Well thanks a lot that's kind of you, it's nice to know you care
These days there's so much going
forty-seven said to number three
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock
As old Joe sat a dyin'
The baby down the hall was cryin'
Somebody had a party goin' on
The fat boy you told tales to
Moved away the other day
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'
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
can't keep up with me
Well I'm a road runner lover
And you can't keep up with me
You got a green light baby
Maybe baby you will see
Well move over
Bumpin' that Kanye you can't tell me nothing right
La la la la la la la ya
Hand on the shotgun
And I'm riding shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what I
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
indo to smoke
I gets loc'd and looney, bitch, you can't do me
Do we look like BBD? You hoochie groupie
I have no love for hoes
That's somethin' that
a video wit R.Kelly but No Homo though,
Really didn't wanna do it but i fuck wit T, S, and Fat Joe Joe though,
I am a robot and this robot is on overload,
a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
They mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside, kids aight (Just Blaze!)
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what
she obviously meant "imply"
And I know some guys would put up with that kind of thing
But frankly, I can't imagine why
And I told her, I said
Hey! Are
for that old song
We used to play in "joe's garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .
Central scrutinizer:
The white
the juke-box!
I'm-a telling you,
When you're blue,
Well there's a lot to do
In the House Of Bamboo.
Lets go go!
You must get to know, Soho Joe,
He runs
dreams come true, Lord I know they do
And I can feel it down in my soul
You better make a little room at the top for a regular Joe.
CHORUS
Cause if you
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
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