everything we been discussin You know I keep my ladies straight A bubble bath then I light up a candle and turn on sum Baby Face I wanna know like Joe
cause here it come [Verse 2: Cam'Ron] Killa! Let's go Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe
paper But I'm much too black for the god damn cracker Huh, dirty macker Even the Guardian Angels got mental But never seen their ass walking through South Central Little super
the type of bitch Break up happy homes like Trick slow mo easy Joe ya so and so I'm a super woman ask Mo (You know) The way I ride wood, super good
(Welcome to Bimbos, may I take your order) Yeah, can I have a big bimbo box meal, hold the bimbo sauce Two super sized freaky fries and a make me shiver
lose that? Heard he got dropped from Universal, how he lose that? Heard his new single and that (Creepin' (Solo)'s) super whack Anyways, Ludacris just
L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher but it and Joe, The Writer The old rock a loop'cause I'm super like Schneider
From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher but it ain't Joe, The Writer The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like
of watching TV The trips around the world The diamonds and the pearls He needs to be more like a five, six, three You're man needs to do it like Joe
the fire flower, flyer than the super feather Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme You can call it super
is precisely what I intend to do, honey Honey, do you know, I let Robert cut my hair this morning? (Honey, look at this one here) (I'm lookin' Joe, tryin
burger But I flame-broil, and still remain loyal On the hip-hop throne, and most kings I been doin it Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit Supreme force
into the club, honies on each side And I'm on my cellular talkin' to this chick Got a taste for thugs, sometimes pimpin' is tough White tees, throwback Jacob on my wrist Super
Kemp on hemp Super like sonics keep it real like rent so Ti tac toe me say all in a row Donkey want water me say "hold him Joe" My stereo killed the
Kemp on hemp Super like sonics keep it real like rent so Ti tac toe me say all in a row Donkey want water me say 'hold him Joe' My stereo killed the
me, be my part time lover She likes you like I like you, I'm aight with her She aight with me, be my part time lover Girl, your ass fat like Joe, you
give me the ball back You got shot, get off my ball sack You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all whack Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall