Translation: The Leaves. Hey Joe.
Oh oh oh yeah Babe Last time I thought we had this talk Boy you were getting ready to leave I thought that baby you were done Cause for a while you
together Get it together, oh Maceo Do the underdog Get on a log Do the underdog Tell me, love Get it, get it, shotgun Sock it to 'em Hey, hey, hey, hey
*** You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package We pushing rain pain, gotta go and get that money Y'all going, "Hey, hey
look good in boardshorts and a beater. but this other girl quita way sexier den nita! i aint lyin she da..hottest bitch heatah. but ima fuckin freezah! yea, ima leave
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute
I send your soul to follow the blast And see how far the noise will travel Big Eaddie's name never lost his value I told you before on Joe's album We
oil and cocoa butter Let's play hide and go seek and he can't stop Cause this year past you need to take this thing to the rubber Hey joe bring that
what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs I hate when other peoples crib's smell like sh-t I hate when I leave
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave (tell em!) Who else could take 5 years off Cold turkey come back and fly lears off (Hey!) Cats front leave
be out your fucking mind, man" "I'm gonna kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" "You must be out your fucking mind, man" "I'm gonna kick your ass" "Hey
is sluts they older than stank is, fat out of shape in the shelter wit 8 kids, fuckin welfare check bitches hell yeah I deck bitches, Chris Brown Hey! Hey
fingers Got bitches by bike bar bussin' Glocks off a' niggas Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin
my killers If your girl leaves with me, she gon' keep comin She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me (ow) [Chorus] Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice cream? Hey
Well, it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing Cuties and booties and yo, I'm ready for action 'Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for
cold but Joe flow sicka Even rappin? I'll be like Joe?s that nigger Joe?s got it, supreme team show These are the niggaz you compare to Joe, hello Hey
degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave (Tell 'em) Who else could take 5 years off? Cold turkey come back and fly lears off (Hey) Cats front leave
Hey, we back, my nigga Chink Santana Murder Inc., Terror Squad Boy you keep on turnin' me Love the way you turn me on Got me feelin' all alone Love the
