Average Joe - k**er Joe lyrics

[Verse 1] Woah, ok lets calm it down man Stop with the fast sh** and start getting them slow jams Up on the rhythm I'm spitting the hippest penning the smooth sh** that the dudes with the doobies should groove with Spitting like it's March 10th 97, cause its no Biggie Skinny kid from the opposite of the Windy City And he's tryna rap? Goddamn, thats silly But I've been a k**er since you was on mama's titty And I'm pretty, pressed up in a fresh get up Staying healthy going through salad's of devil's lettuce But I also got these snacks yo For when them munchy feels attack After you cash too many fat bowls Haha, dont do d** kids Stay in school do your work all that goodness Actually you know what, f** all of that dumb sh** Come over here and take a hit off this blunt biiiiiitch [Hook] Yeah this that chill sh** That summer feel sh** Top down with your chick in a new whip Late night with the crew and its so lit Don't wanna go home until the daylight hit Yeah this that chill sh** That summer feel sh** Top down with your chick in a new whip I'm established the average but you gotta admit You know this k**er Joe always k**s sh** [Verse 2] Woo ok still rocking slo mo We in the back making dough by the boatload Floating downstream chill sipping ice tea I just go with the flow and y'know I flow nicely This school sh** taking me somewhere to some degree But I'm outsourcing grades just to get them overseas Hopefully theres still some hope for me But its gone mostly gonna be the oldest g In high school showing up to precalc when I'm 43 But I'm not saying woe is me Cause I'm a god man the bible's my biography But I'm slimmer than shady and I'm white as a ghost Still i spit hotter than most I'm turning bread to toast Like water to wine holy smokes so divine A god with goddesses all these girls be so fine What's your name? What's your sign? Do you come here all the time? Cause if you're down with it girl I'd like to make you miiiiiiine [Hook] [Verse 3] It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood Mr. Rogers level paper cause the pay is good Girls got cake like baked goods And i don't give a sh** because I'm baked good Can't arrest me officer don't mean no discontent But I'm the rap game honest abe I'm in a cent But for real tho ain't doing nothing we chilling Tryna get so rich my kids'll be sitting on millions Money like groceries its in paper and plastic Afternoon after cla** and we bumping the cla**ics The chronic's all up in my ears and lungs And you know we got way more where that came from Three piece suit I'm a dapper fellow Blowing smoke like bellows now we feeling mellow You know we on that green like blue and yellow I flow poetry say hello to my Longfellow