Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm. Jump off Joe Buddens on top. This go out to all my niggas. You ain't gotta chain but you got a. Mean muthafuckin' wrist game. All my ladies you ain't
, extorsion or maybe grand larceny. I 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, no I didn't flow Joe ***. Fat nigga with shotty was the
. I could smell her sweet perfume. She smiled and made my heart go boom. And everybody room at Smokey Joe's Cafe. They said "be careful - that chick belongs to Smokey Joe". . And from behind the
. I could smell her sweet perfume. She smiled and made my heart go boom. And everybody room at Smokey Joe's Cafe. They said "be careful - that chick belongs to Smokey Joe". . And from behind the
. I could smell her sweet perfume. She smiled and made my heart go boom. And everybody room at Smokey Joe's Cafe. They said "be careful - that chick belongs to Smokey Joe". . And from behind the
Smokey Joe you're calling at the station. If I killed him there are complications. I did not ask for this. Oh, but love yes you've did Maybe it terrifies me. (It's too, too easy, its too easy
Smokey Joe you're calling at the station. If I killed him there are complications. I did not ask for this. Oh, but love yes you've did Maybe it terrifies me. (It's too, too easy, its too easy
Smokey Joe you're calling at the station. If I killed him there are complications. I did not ask for this. Oh, but love yes you've did Maybe it terrifies me. (It's too, too easy, its too easy
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay. Gone are the toils of the cotton fields away. Gone to the fields of a better land I know. I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe
folks are feelin' so low. They're grievin' and they're consolin' poor Joe. Gonna miss her song. Gonna miss her smile. She'll be travlin' alone down that last long mile. They're sighin'. With all