Lyrics:
ain't phat
Now what you call that?
Alotta suckers are mad
Because I'm all dat
Yo' blast the track
Where you ball at
Verse 2
Alotta people love
Us but
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only
don't express you love you got to prove it
Back then our relationship was the truest
Grown man slow dance to Joe music
As the time went on I *became*
He died of a broken heart they say the victim of circumstance
Oh the Bobbies found him dead one morn laid across the tracks
Busker John Joe May
Is
the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
W okół mnie setki głów ja? Główna atrakcja
Patrzą na każdy mój ruch inwigilacja
Wchodzę na scene jak na słup ziom orientacja
To nie Lion jak Snoop
I'm rippin' mics for days to days
And I plan to be around like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Fat Joe on the track with Frankie Cutlass
Yo, Boogie bring
I'm rippin' mics for days to days
And I plan to be around like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Fat Joe on the track with Frankie Cutlass
Yo, Boogie bring
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
California love
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A.
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city,
I'm gonna polish my best boots
I'm gonna put on my best hat
I'm gonna drive on down to the dance hall
That sits by the railroad tracks
Well
DVD, yeah
Put your hands up, yeah
Put your hands up, yeah
Throw them bands up (right)
Grip your pants up (right)
She a prancer (that's right)
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
beautiful in my way dances
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way spin
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love
place and loves the way I treat her
Singing out Aretha
All over the track like a feature
And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either
But
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so
Let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head
Do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
never knew the plot
She was born off track
Tight top, short skirt, thinks she's too nice
Hates love but she's been deep in twice
Pars with hoes can't
never knew the plot
She was born off track
Tight top, short skirt, thinks she's too nice
Hates love but she's been deep in twice
Pars with hoes can't
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