Lyrics:
Hin dey use ignorance and religious riots, terrorise us. Hin get foreign back up.
Quick! I enter my Jazzmobile. Xray vision, my grill to kill. Me
Nice to meet you, I'm Joe
Tro, that's the name that I go
By
I'm lookin fresh, yeah I'm so
Fly
Have to look fresh when I'm
5'5"
5'6" on a good day
chop at yo' ass
I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass
Call the coppers to catch me
a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleep
Performin' X-rated fuck scenes, me goin' deep
O.c. The Starchild, let your cameras record
I'm like a man bein
Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma
Straight out of tailor, Joe C.
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch I know
and she stinks like
know you're going to die
Real G's multiply see the pain in my eyes
See the lord in the sky
I get judged by the most high
Not your average Joe, call me
about me got me so confused
Ya losahs, taking these L's by the day
If you don't want another get the fuck out my way
Run it back my niggas
Run it back my
that's not wack
And my DJ, Joe Cooley's still on top of the stack
So you can say he's like wine, he's getting better with time
And General Jeff is by my
last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playing timer's keeper
[Joe Budden]
Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth
last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playing timer's keeper
[Joe Budden]
Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth
to the top now tell me are you ready
Headed to the top like my Father, like he told me
I’m Blessed By the Best and you are gonna see me
What I told to you now
I gotta put that work in
Cause they call me Joe Pesci
Now im moving like im Joe Pesci
I got the roc, lucky lefty
Putting in that work on the holidays
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'
, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billie Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And Brother said
throwing bullets like Brett Favre
Getting trap money and rap money
So we pulling up in the best cars
Ay juice, 'Vette pass by and you know that's me
White
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
shit was in 2012
Member that shit like it's yesterday
Used to have cd with that one song by that one nigga think it's flavor fav
Fuck
I don't even no
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
a sigh
When they see Little Joe's passing by
Sometime the cabin's gloomy and the tables bare
But when he kisses me it's Christmas everywhere
Troubles
SKTDDG, that's always
It's DDG, I don't know no SKT
Boy, quit playin', you know you a fan of me
Iced out, and my neck look like pee
You don't know
me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight
Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchi Bridge
And mumma said to me Child, what's happened to your appetite?
I've been cooking all morning and you haven't
taking hit's
I go do a show and with the
Back and get yo block blitzed
Niggas call me Farrakhan
Drive-by’s only increase
White flag wavin’ dead we tappin’
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
Discuss these by hin like me album joe Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In