did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit Fat nigga with
[Lil' kim:] Where's all mah soul sistas Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas [Mya:] Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul
you scared? Devil without a cause And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes No rogaine and the propane flows
ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you The Average Joe, with an average flow
Oh! Cee-Lo, you ready to rock wit Timbo? (Yeah) Oh! Let's go boy A T L, talk to em Lo How could I possibly, be inconspicuous When my flow is fuckin'
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
the same gangster pride that entered me These are the old-timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow
lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and had a strong flow
want beef then my money will arrange it..i am not fuckin finna aim it! but dat nina rush shout for me when im angry..yah!, hollygrove biatch! sloppy like joe
You New Bitches Dat I dnt Know Like Mack I wanna Date You Walt Disney On Ice Every Time i skate Through I Got THat Blue Flame Flow Its Inferno Chlamydia
epilepsy When I talk, dog never indirectly I'm blunt, you got weed, chumps? I do about 45 over speed bumps So when you tryna roll, your weed on the flo' Joe
, get drunk, grab a *** and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin? Doc get five on the mic like Joe
yo No friends with those who imitate me ya bold my style I own I'ma have to steal your flow You know me Joe, I gotta say no more, bitch That's right
, roll, I stick a zip code Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose My Benz built with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole
[ 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
king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow
[Intro - guy talking] Aiyyo Joe man whats good man Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit They runnin off to the Jakes man They talkin like you ain't hood nigga