Lyrics:
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty that I've got to plow"
And Mama said, "It was
the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to make
Dudes see
Little Joe the wrangler he'll wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
It was long about last April he rode into our camp
Just
Go go go go
Go little girl
Nine more lies
Come on rule my world
Take offense to everyone
Someone fails
And then your done
I know you gonna get loud
Joe'
More, more
All the ladies sing with me
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
All the ladies sing with me
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that foou door roddie
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty
(Joe Budden)
time to go.
In, out, out, in. Do it if you love me Joe"
I know it's art for art's sake but how much more can I take?
What's my share of this backlash
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
Walking The Floor
Set 'em up Joe and play Walking The Floor
I'm gonna spend the night like every night before
Playin' E.T. and I'll play'im some more
by the riverside
Study war no more (no more)
I ain't gonna study war no more
Ain't gonna study war no more
Ain't gonna study war no more
I ain't
by the riverside
Study war no more (no more)
I ain't gonna study war no more
Ain't gonna study war no more
Ain't gonna study war no more
I ain't
GUCCI & DIOR
(Written/produced/performed by GROOVE STATE)
Notes: Listen to the REMIX - cool summery upbeat electro pop vibes
Give me more give me
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
you? ROOFTOP JOE
Oh you never had a chance, did you? ROOFTOP JOE
He left a bullet behind
It muffled more than pride
You behind the oak tree
You behind
high
Idle in the aisles cause I spend all of my time in Trader joe’s
Gotta go to Trader Joe’s the old bank on Atlantic Ave
Get my shopping done for
the chimney he went
I hear a lil' yawn
Only a few more hours
Until the crack of dawn
He says, "Sorry, but I need a pick me up
Can I bother you for just one
turn it left or right
Did Joe Biden win the election with a vote spike overnight
But wait, there's more from Nevada
Technical employees in Clark County
the inability to love
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahaha
April? April! April! Oh Frank
You really are a wonderful talker! If
Black could be made into white by talking
bus in the parking lot
In a panic, the Reverend Dr. White
Called up an ex-member that hadn't lived right
He owned Joe's Beer Joint right across
dead but me nuh dead
So di media said but me nuh dead
Pear rumor spread but me nuh dead
Tell dem me ago live till me a 200
More life, more money, more
Satisfied at all
By his hard work
Demanding more
More every day
Resembling mama
And her bad habits
Finally turning home from a long day at work
His hands are
love
And if it expires pray help from above" because
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more
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