Lyrics:
cross-eyed bitch
Joe C.: I'm Joe C., tha C. stands for cool
I might be a fuck but I ain't no fool
I just rode from South Park to Golda
Cuz Kyle's mom is
what
If you don't give a fuck scream
(We don't give a fuck)
Let's take it to the room face down ass up
Joe Budden pump pump pump it up
East coast scream
give stitches
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
I keep it rollin
Ask yourself man
How
it, Joe
Just do the things you promised to
And please don't blow it, Joe
the original but it made quite the show
Now he grins proud and wide
With a wooden tooth by his side
So if you see Billy Joe with that tooth so fine
Just remember
is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany
Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow.
He's got a way that makes the angels heave
bitch, aye watch your tone
She wanna give me neck in the ghost
Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe
She wanna be gang, she be doing the most
Who want
a perfect line
Salad days add up to daily shit
Sparked imagination until the sparks just quit
And if this is fun, why am I so bored with it?
Well I'll
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
of breaking ceiling we just bust in through the door like.
Hand me a grand
Pass the gram
Del sol the brand
Hit them like bam
And we nonchalantly walk out
It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He got a smile that make the lilac wanna grow
He got a way that make the angels heave a sigh
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He's got a smile that makes the lilac wanta grow
He's got a way that makes the angels heave
ball like a small foward
Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood
Flow so sick
I hear the beat and get nauseous
Then I just kill it
Turn this bitch into
Yeah! Come on! Come on!
ATL! yeah! Haha! WOO!
If you feel like you've been touched
By our music that is
Nowadays everybody just wanna poke their
It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He's got a smile that makes the lilacs wanna grow
He's got a way that makes the angels heave
no pass me by
Shine your light
On the street boy
You've done it for a lot of people
What of this boy
The hustle for the street
Na all man for himself
Do you remember Joe Strummer?
He told us that the future is unwritten
And though I loved ol' Joe
I think he got it wrong
Cause everyone I know
Every
It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He's got a smile that makes the lilac wanta grow
He's got a way that makes the angels heave
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
Joe cussed as the light turned red,
And one thought ran through his head.
He should've been home by now.
And two blocks from where he sits,
Two young
.jpg/300px-Jarvis_Cocker_(2012).jpg "Jarvis Cocker")
.jpg/300px-Joe_Pass_(jazz).jpg "Joe Pass")
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