Lyrics:
when you that dope
Call the popo Boi I got dope
Tryna make a millie shit ifani though
Then i lean back like fat joe
200si camry, my nigger's ball like
dyin' 'cause after all this cryin'
How much more hurtin's left?
When will the pain stop? This depression an' anxiety
Is gonna make me show another side
live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it god damn!
So who's that
all we did was try to talk to hoes,
and none of them was tryin to hear (not 1 hoe)
it woulda meant so much more back then
cause now its fake hoes
the scenes more goes on
Check my back catalog, it's in all those songs, forreal
So I can be at peace forever
I left the puzzle right there, nigga, piece it
of gold
And I'm his biggest fan
That brick and mortar man
He thinks he's just my dad
But he's so much more than that
He's 10 feet tall
And tough as nails
too much
too little
too fat
too thin
or nobody
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love
people just are not good to each other
one
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
about her before
About ten years ago she was lying on my bedroom floor
Her pants around her ankles saying come on baby give me more
So I asked fat
talk too much but I got beef
When I kill MC's, I cause grief
Devastating mic control is my main goal
My name is Darryl, and his name is (Joe
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
My nigga I think we got one, well, another one
Theres so much of these mo'fuckers
Weezy
Oh my God
When the Remy's in the system
Ain't no
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
new hoes
Ran this shit up so much, nigga got new poles
Pop him, make his head fall in his lap, touch his toes
Ran this shit up want more
Any bag that
To Get Some
More Weed And Stay Fly
Just Another Way To Get By
Too Much Drugs Got To Get High
That's What I Do Don't Ask Why
Queen Kush
Og
Ak
spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, ha ha ha
Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, yeah
She was so fat
She was the worst thing
But so what
I'm sleazy it's not easy being Joe Smut
With more bucks than you can count
More than what's in your clutch
I could fund a small war
called you my bitch or even my boo
There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you
My make you my
Shit!
You see I never called you my bitch
untamable I'm a player and I know I'm the hardest to handle
LSR we the squad we bring the terror like Fat Joe
They try to box me in I go everywhere that I
really the best
And I'm so happy with Mary-Jo
I said to Mary: “I love you so much
I like your stalwartness and your firm touch”
I fucked Mary, whooo, Mary
the handle I use
Oh, what fun to see the whole country with my man
I'm by his side on almost every trip
I sing a bluesy song, Joe loves to sing along
So
a soul to wait upon
Ah, those good old days when we were useful
Suddenly those good old days are gone
Ten years we've been rusting
Needing so much
These fuckin' snakes man
Fuckin' up our lives
I'll take a piss in your oil fields
I want some motherfuckin' payback so, yo
I wanna run for
dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve
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