and thowed Still boss turnin ya status from false to hope Only a few niggaz stand up strong and don't whine When the time get passed around huh? I'm tellin
. Me and my husband liked living there. It's been years since the kids have grown, a life of their own, left us alone. John and Linda live in Omaha. Joe
and life is easy go Does he love me good? That's all I need to know Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe Little Joe, my little Joe Little Joe
there It's been years and years since the kids have grown A lifetime of their own, they left us alone And John and Linda they live in Omaha And Joe
wore a leash but I get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers so amazin like Luther everyday Joe
shorty, I was a lot wilder But then I got milder, and settled down with a harem and when I can't bear em, I share em You see it's like no, pass it off, pass pass
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you gonnna need you a pass that's the code that we live by. [Chorus] [Fat Joe:] OWWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta
towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are the old-timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass
Arived Thanks For The Applaud You Are Far Too Kind Now Pass Us Our Award (Mack Maine) Uh Pass Me Dat H20 Im In Dat H2 Passin Out My My Old Bitches
club packed with bitches Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious And we can get it poppin' in the bathroom Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass
[ intro: fat joe ] Yeah yeah Terror squad what-what Cuban link what-what '99, baby [ verse 1: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I
in the Night I'm a give it to you baby I'm a give it to you right [sapphira] Would you do whatever I want? Would you give me all that I need? [fat joe
u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when they come to hustle Joe u know we ain't no punk And you catch
Where the gravy-lick that biscuit Let me get some hottie on toast with a pound of butter No soda, no juice, no water or nothing junk man____ till I pass
kickin' back waitin on the fellas Bout to go eat at Della's I said it sure sounds good to me I can't go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Street Passed the acorns
a gank ass, fuck everybody fast, juss an Oakland ass hoe, now I know why niggaz wanna knock you out like glass Joe, all that playa hatin shit, ain
*(Yukmouth talking)* Hennessy! (Hindu) Pass it! (Ahhh) It's yo life. It's yo life. It's yo life. Ballin, hit the scene. Chorus *(Luniz, Dru
, "Whatcha been thinkin' 'bout?" Bob said, "That's the point I won't think about nothing Now I gotta do something else", Oi, oi, oi To pass the time