Lyrics:
down on the dark side of Route 88
I got a bottle of Rose, so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where
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
And if you judge him by his cover
Cause you blinded
By Your covers
Then I guess he's just and average joe
That you'll never never know
Mix check
One two
i'm just Getting up on my feet
I hit these hoes by twos and threes
We getting paid come work for me
Can't hit a duck
Won't even hit from behind
Shawty
the J-O-E to the C, ho
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
Three-foot-nine with a ten-foot dick
The ladies' pick, I'm
the J-O-E to the C, ho
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
Three-foot-nine with a ten-foot dick
The ladies' pick, I'm
be smokin a 'gar in Paris
My cellular ring, ok let's pick up this change
Beeper blowin up, I'm lookin down at tha game
I'm steady changin cars so tha
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
When will my baby pick up the phone
Girl I want some pizza from Little Joe's
She want a burrito I go to Moe's
N then imma stop by the liquor store
(Nigga finna run)
Run up on ya man he a bum (I pull up on you)
I pull up on you with some arrogance
I rep where I'm from that's my residence (Bronx)
She
mans up
Count yo mans up
Watch my team leave you leaking
Yea my team leave you bleeding
Cuz I had to
Dey be like joe why u flexing
I got these vvs in
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
when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
[Master P]
Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
main mans
He can't even switch to (yeah)
Just know I'm leaving hoes sick
Get yo tissue (yeah)
In a store, tell a bougie bitch like
"Pick yo Clear Fruit"
rest
Man na score ma goals
We never lose
Here we come
We winning
Why I have to give up
Manner rain forever
Me never worry
Everyday I win
Man na tor
Man
Gotta a bottle of wine in the old band room
Your guitar playing on a brand new tune
Breaking hearts of all the pretty girls you knew
Hey Joe
Right up
so
Make monkey face, gyal whine go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad, nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem
do anything you hire me to."
Spoken:
"Now ain't you somethin'! So high and mighty with all that muscle! Just go
Ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer,
to stay forever laid inside a grave
But I'm a wolf I can't be tamed
O what, you don't know by now I'm the one with the crazy flow
If you ain't ever heard my
I keep chancin'
So if I fall like Beyonce
I just get back up and keep dancing
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
(Yo Mouse, Talk to 'em)
Never been
from? Where's the party at?"
I stuck my middle finger up yelling "beat it, or I'll kick your ass"
We're exchanging words, while the Joe could hardly stand
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
the chains that hold
He hit the brakes and let it all unload
As he ran for his life that night in our town
Some say that Joe was just a man
Who tried to make
of cotton
Oh Lordy
Pick a bale a day
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so slow
For courting's a pleasure
.jpg/225px-Joe_Diffie_10-14-17_(cropped).jpg "Joe Diffie")
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