Lyrics:
me stack my M's, told me watch my homies
But I ain't listen Joe got shot, and he told on me
My uncle told me they ain't right, all them niggas phony
minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
Uncle Sam for the death of swinging quotes
For losing Bud Powell sliding over Dizzy's notes
Was it that the rebirth was the birth of new shit or cool
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
Decked out in blue, white, and red
And iron maidens will slam
And by the half light of burning republics
Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam
hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some chairs
It took us seven hours and I guess
We must've drunk a case of beer
I guess I
[Joe]
Y'all in that mood yet?! (in that mood yet)
Y'all in that mood yet?!?! (in that mood yet)
If I died tomorrow
See if I died tomorrow
Yo, yo yo
them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack
Uncle fronted me some P's,
Let it run out, Joe
Ever since I could remember, I've been poppin' my collar
Jordans, spendin' top dollar
Fendi, Gucci, 'Lenciaga
And ever
Fingerbowl or any place you go
You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you'll go the spot that I am thinkin' of
You will be free to gaze
or any place you go
You can meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of
You will be free
To gaze at me
or any place you go
You can meet your uncle max and everyone you know
But if you go to the spot that i am thinking of
You will be free...to gaze at me
this dope until my life get better
Hieroglyphics got 'em tatted on us so it's hard to miss us
Reminiscin', my uncle sniffin' the Lionel Richie
Soul
for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs
It took us seven hours and I guess we must've drunk a case of beer
I guess I oughta go and watch
to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
You know you messin' with a nigga
That do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while
There's two in
girl, Leona with acne
But you know what, Flaco meets Lolita
Flew in, she from Medellin, he deaded her uncle over them seventeen bricks
Niggas ain't
Lynchburg
With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
speakin' about the real
This is Joe Crack, The Don an' this is what I'm bringin' to you
Yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin' with uncertain death
Lord, I gotta be
a Trader Joe's
You know she tried
To make it home
But she couldn't fight it off
And death walked in and
Now she's skin and bones
She's just bones
Why don't
We Are The World (feat. Joey V.) [Live]
唱：蘇姍 / Jazmine / Michel / 和音團
曲：Jackson Michael Joe / Richie Lionel B
詞：Jackson Michael Joe / Richie Lionel
also be the one who snakes ya
Jealous Ones Envy
Fat Joe said it best
They stab you in the back
Or smile and put it in your chest
This lifestyle is
by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track
for the chop
You think you've got me now I run you like Joe Biden then I stop
You think you're like a cow I do the tings on tings and then I swap
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