MOG

This is the problem, this is not music
Now blow that motherfuckin’ kush up in da sky
Joey don’t do it, Joey done did it
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, yes
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song
Bumpin’ that Kanye you can’t tell me nothin' right?
You gotta touch your toes or I’m out
La la la la, la la la

Take ‘em to the crack house, we in the crack house
Hand on the shotgun and I’m ridin' shotgun
I hope you find it, ‘cause he about to lose it
Get ‘em, get on them, yes

First nigga pop up an’ we gave them the piece
I’m eatin’
I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long
Fuck a club, I got a strip pole in my house
Yellow mustard Phantom car and Grey Poupon
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I’m that hood
C’mon, c’mon, that’s too many ringtones
And I say right about now New York City, ow!

Six million ways to make it rain, hold up
Walk ‘em to the crack house, we in the crack house
Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Crack crack crack crack
Next nigga probably leave ‘em under the sheets
Convicts in my plane when we roll up
Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
La la la la, la la la la
Bring ‘em to the crack house, show ‘em the crack house
Joey don’t do it , Joey done did it
I hope you find it, ‘cause he about to lose it
Crills
I’m eatin’
Bring ‘em to the crack house, it’s the crack house

I mean I'm talkin’ more plies than a frat house

Talk to 'em
Hoe no, oh Joe he did it, he's back

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
And they hustle yay not vitamin water
Make it rain and Rihanna go an’ grab an umbrella
Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
So much coke a nigga change his government
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, ow!
I’m sleepin' on a billion dollars
Holy shit, so much coke a nigga had to shovel it
In the back of that black Maybach trippin’

Ella, ella, ella
This is the problem, this is not music
You flow cold but Joe flow sicka
Shit I’ll let ‘em go get the whole block clear
I mean I'm talkin’ more plies than a frat house
And their time’s tickin’ like an auto mare
These are the niggaz you compare to Joe, hello
Fat ‘cause I’m so rich, rich ‘cause I’m so hood

Joey don’t do it , Joey done did it
(Mania)
C’mon Popeye you talkin’ to me

Even rappin’ I'll be like Joe’s that nigger

Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it

I mean I'm talkin’ more plies than a frat house
Joey keep doin’ it until you’re done with it

Conflicts in my chain from Angola
These niggas act as they are not there
Joe’s got it, supreme team show
Take ‘em to the crack house, they don’t want the crack house
2.8 what you want me to tell ya?
Uzis, banana clips, what what? I got some
Joey keep doin’ it until you’re done with it
Get ‘em, Joey, just get ‘em, aha

This is the problem, this is not music
Ain’t nobody else runnin’ these streets cocksucka

Joey keep doin’ it until you’re done with it
Hey Weez, just stop right there
I hope you find it, ‘cause he about to lose it