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[Jimi Hendrix]

"Hey Joe, now where you goin with that

gun in yo' hand?"



Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW! Yeah

Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe

I ran up in the crib and cleared the motherfuckin safe

Got crates full of bass, got pills, got ones

And everybody knows that, Joey got a gun

I got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler

A to the K with the motherfuckin muffler

Heed when the God speak, when I squeeze my palm squeak

Drop more shells on your block than Palm Beach

Don't do it, don't do it, shit Joey don't do it

I said fuck it I'ma push this shit back to the future

Niggaz call me German so I hit 'em with the Ruger

Bullets like Easy Pass, they run right through ya

Got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya

Stupid is what stupid does, now move it Coka

I'ma prove it's over, you ain't got a chance

And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance



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Yeah, uhh

Joey got a gun, and everybody know

that black kitted car stash box where it go

Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold that

Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat

Got old guns for new niggaz, my throwback

And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped

Canons so big, bounce, they exit

Play Superman, fuck around, get your S split

42 shots to the chest, where your vest went?

No more passes for niggaz, no exceptions

Got the goons with me and them niggaz kinda desperate

Give a nigga a job like Tony, do reception

Pounding, ran the chain on the man's border

Taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder

You can hear death in my voice, call it manslaughter

Pistol whip the shit out this bitch, put my hands on her



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