oaktown I called Randy Olson on the telephone Early in the mornin but he still ain't home So I called Ant Banks to see what's up He said meet me at the
that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets
no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade, your grey brain meets
on the cell What the hell, you niggaz just shot at? Yo, they missed her, blazed most fired pistols Now it's our turn to play calypsos Yo, me and you, meet
they done saved me Up three-nothin' and Salt Lake City Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in 'em Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin Meet the black
in german*} Guess that we're all comin back in one peace "adolf hitler, joe stalin, and saddam hussein. Not the types you'd expect to meet on route
chest kid admit it) [Chorus: Pun, Joe] [Pun] And it's [Joe] Here, and you don't stop! [Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top [Joe
war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready, meet
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?
mand already did that Ten cars, meet me at the Lincoln Tunnel with stockin' cops We're gonna count to the one, oh, put butter on the bun, oh Black killed
t march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at Black, huh!! I snatch the beauty
you do that Back in Long Beach Warren? Same ish? [Warren G] Same ish [Malique] Same ish Warren G Too Phat baby East meets West collabo Qumran (haha) Yea Joe
And everybody knows that you live forever Ah, when you've done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
sir just call me Joe Don't call me lady Just call me Joe Don't call me mister Oh, just call me Joe Don't call me sweetheart Just call me Joe You wear
the mirror, checkin' themselves out Tweeters in the trunk, helpin' the twelves out The speakers on bump, the rappers on acne This track is what would happen if the rastas meet
I wanna, I wanna (Who you callin' bitch? Ho bitch) I want you to meet some friends of mine (Bitch) (Frankie, play somethin', shit) (Who you callin' ho bitch? Black
, I'm aight with her She aight with me, be my part time lover Girl, your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja Say some fly shit and I'ma black your
