seventies bus With that 40-o or that straw bull Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that You out joe?
actually came to be. (yup yup) but now I'm lookin at a black white paper, and with a whole book of memories (but we never read) seven deep in the jeep
!") [D.M.C.] I write rhymes I got rhythm I continue to flow Recitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe Tonight I'm gettin busy won't you give
meals My mama got the ripper pill What the deal on that Prince cat He be lookin' fruity but you still can eat the booty Brian McKnights tight Joe is
He's drivin' a jeep but he ain't in the army Gets all his cigarette money from his mommy Dressed like a rootin' tootin' Texas cowboy But this Lone Ranger
flex my 9-8 Close and closer they follow in my Limo, playin' CD's Of when I used to heeehee totally in my ass chicks They sweat these beets, for any kinda jeeps
Hello Hip-Hop, I'm home It's your Daddy When I say deez I don't mean the caddy I mean deez nuts, Akon and Khaled Rick Ross, Tip, Stuna and Fat Joe And
hop, I'm home, it's your daddy When I say D's, I don't mean the caddy I mean 'Deez nuts' Akon's and Khaled's Rick Ross, TIP, Stunna and Fat Joe And
booty hole Ya F in mulio, y'all don't want to test me yo 'Cause when I'm done ya hair look like Coolio Now please cool it Joe, Misdemeanor real pro
it's time man (All out yo, because youknowhatI'msayin') A Grand Puba, Diamond D Fat Joe, it's time to get the dough Grand Puba,Diamond D Fat Joe, it'
[Joe Budden] Frequency! [Joell Ortiz] YAOWA! What's up my nigga? You say your name is John? Joell Ortiz Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview
An Yall Aint Even Passin' Gas When I Spit Im The Definition Of Mastered Craft An All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... CHORUS Verse 2 *Joe
know what I mean, Mira Let's get this money sorted and counted, word Know what I mean, dame te culo mami Give me my shit back, Mira, hey yo Fat Joe and
Drinking cold malt liquor Country ass niggas Booty shaking Shake To make them asses move quicker I picture that We dirty like floor mats Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps
Bronx where it's at You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back Now its on, stay on with the gat You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack Who the fuck want beef with Joe
men ain't no duty to me Booty, I could be but I don't flex The brother with flows goes up, in more hoes than Kotex I got ya, like Joe Tex, go checks
at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe Can you play