Joie 13 - Paul Mack lyrics
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They trickin’, they trickin’, the game is like Halloween
13 with a fatal mask, pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping, deep space when I’m saying whores
Give thanks to my daily bread, ask yourself what you’re praying for
They trickin’, they trickin’, this game is like Halloween
13 with a fatal mask, pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping, deep space when I’m saying whores
Give thanks to my daily bread, ask yourself what you’re praying for
Alley, alley, asking free, fresh off a copping spree
The bag touched on us like the self-fulfilling prophecy
Got stiff to my Mary-Lou prop flip, it’s gymnastics
Hit her with the Mack Dre
She never seen a savage war like the dirty bastards
But call me Mr. Cleaner, now I’m finally taking over
Like Martin Luther King or Malcolm X’s stomping ground
Or Magic Johnson ball
My plan came this hella shopping, vandalizing, that be raw
French kissing Alexandra inside a bathroom stall
Joie got the strip jumping just like a shopping mall
I hit him with an A4, it’s space age pimping
All you gotta do is listen and in here riches slipping
Real live real whipping, I call it blade running
Joie dropping hella names, he must be dance cousins
One feet, two feet, three feet, four
Awesome party blasting G chain, Joie got the pure, pure
They trickin’, they trickin’, the game is like Halloween
13 with a fatal mask, pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping, deep space when I’m saying whores
Give thanks to my daily bread, ask yourself what you’re praying for
They trickin’, they trickin’, this game is like Halloween
13 with a fatal mask, pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping, deep space when I’m saying whores
Give thanks to my daily bread, ask yourself what you’re praying for
Who am I? I’m the guy
What you do? I reply I rap now, but I used to push pot
Way back in 1985 and I made it fine
Should’ve been dead but I’m still alive
International, worldwide gotta thank God I survived
You might wanna hide your boots
Some pimps don’t wear suits, just jeans and tennis shoes
Fly with a pair of shoes
Everybody know my handle, keep it lid like a candle
Like to trigger with it, camera, that bank roll, handle
I don’t lie suckers, bitch made motherfucker
That’s that but that’s PR, fucking over their fiancé
Your bitch sure is mine, took her …and she banged away
Bust a dance on me every day, lost and found now she’s here to stay
Her ex dude’s a clown and get her… but I make her bow down, I pull the K
I pull the K, put it to his crown, sent him on his way
Nigga make a sound make a model play counting for hyenas like we do every day
They trickin’, they trickin’, the game is like Halloween
13 with a fatal mask, pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping, deep space when I’m saying whores
Give thanks to my daily bread, ask yourself what you’re praying for
They trickin’, they trickin’, this game is like Halloween
13 with a fatal mask, pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping, deep space when I’m saying whores
Give thanks to my daily bread, ask yourself what you’re praying for
