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
Team But the Get Along Gang would come through and make amends And by the end of the week, they were all Super Friends But GI Joe would get riled up again
more And then, sit back again And keep on enjoying like you're enjoying before Whether you enjoy the beats or enjoy the flow As long as you enjoy then bring joy to Joe And Joe
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
the World But without the jheri curl Strictly short natural hair steelo So I go to rob a joe Next Episode like Chino Rap tracks the super macks 150 Lexolution
You got shot, get off my ball sack You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back P, ain't a problem
flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For
what exactly is a panty raider Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super
There are no words To paint a picture of you, girl Your eyes, those curves It's like you're from some other world You walk my way Oh God, it's so frustrating
I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me I'm more than a bird I'm more than a plane I'm more than some Pretty
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to fuck around you get bruised Now I got you gassed on super
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide So Joe C
[Intro - Rico Love (Fat Joe)] Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Cribs Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Chorus - Pleasure P (Fat Joe)] I ain't
me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is makin more of a profit on Super Sized I spit the
slow Rollin fo'-do's, sippin' mo' with fo' hoes I'm a two-triple-0, u-city, gigalo Duece duece bigalow, love a man, joe blow You should pay me, I'm super
lick 'em They break me off cash flow Any damn thing I ask for So a nigga paid up the asshole Some fools be thinkin' They gotta win her like Bruce Jinna But Joe
the ball back You got shot, get off my ball sack You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back P,
on the center, Irish pub She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks Clean Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh [Chorus] [Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah! Hustle super