• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Floy Joy - Supremes
• VALLEJO - Ween
• Flow Joe - Fat Joe
• Foliage - Atomkraft
• Village - Asgaut
• Valley Joe - Mac Dre

Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
You're the man.
I know I'll never own you Floy
But see me when you can.
Ooh, ooh, I know
I'm only one of a million girls
Who would give their world to you Floy Joy.
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
That's your name.
Your real name may be Smith or Jones
But not your claim to fame.
Oh, it's a joy boy!
Any girl who knew you at all
Would have to call you Floy Joy!
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
I get a thrill when I hear your voice now, Floy.
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
You're the man.
How much joy
Do I get from you?
You give me
So much pleasure
It's impossible to measure--
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
You're the man.
I hope in someway form or fashion
I fit in your plan.
Ooh, take me!
I wanna give myself to you
And live my whole life through with you
Floy Joy!
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
A-let me hear you say it one more time
Say it again.
Floy, Floy, Floy
Floy Joy!
A-let me hear you say it one more time
Say it again.
Floy, Floy, Floy

(studio version appears on the "Voodoo Lady" EP)
Vallejo, Vallejo, Vallejo, Vallejo
Vallejo, yeah, yo yo yo yo
Vallejo, Vallejo, Vallejo, Vallejo
Vallejo, yeah, yo yo yo yo
(Spanish chanting)
Harder, man, harder!
Give me some hard rock!
Give me some fucking hard rock!
More!
(20: 42)
People...
Andrew, help me out, man
Deaner... where are ya?
(Chanting)
Kirk-us, give me some more
(Chanting)
(28: 40)
Vallejo, Vallejo, Vallejo, Vallejo
Vallejo, yeah, yo yo yo yo
Vallejo, whoooa
Vegas
'Jo jo jo jo!

[Fat Joe]
Ahhhhhhh yeah!
Da Fat Gangsta
Chorus: repeat 2X
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
[Fat Joe]
Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic
I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me
I'm so much flavor you can taste me
I'm underground like a gutter
You never catch me - stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
I'm not the man with sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver
I'm burnin hot, people think I have a fever, check it
If niggaz wanna front, then come widdit
If you're havin second thoughts, well then forget it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't per-pa-trates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I va-cate in Acapulco
Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
with the hands, or take it to the guns..
You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe
I can flow, I can flow, I can flow
Chorus
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
Nuff respect for the Boogie Down
I'm livin in the Bronx on an Ave called Trinity
My name rings bells, within the vicinity
Peace to the money makers always plottin mono
Together we gettin dough, just like Lucky Luciano
People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker
Never liked so to Hell with the Rucker
Always on my own never sweatin nobody
Warm up a crowd like a bottle of Bacardi
I can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway
I kick a funky style, from New York to Piscataway
Suckers best scram
Now in ninety-three it's all about the Fat Man
Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G.
Gizmo, Little Hec', and Kool Micskit (say what)
My crew from Uptown
And if you mess around, then you'll catch a beatdown
See I got this in a smash
If a rapper steps up, he'll get smoked
like a blunt full of hash
My style of rap is legendary
Fuck with the man, then you'll end up in the cemetary
And that's word to Ma Duke
I never fake moves, I'll go out like a troop
So act like you know, the name is Fat Joe
I can flow, I can flow, I can flow
Chorus
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
See I rip the mic if you put me to a test
Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest
Cause I'm too hot to handle
Knockin niggaz out like Livingston Bramble
Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton
I won't lose weight cause I'm not on the run
I'm on point like a sniper, hyper than the hyper
On the DL, overlooked by C-Cypher
Never get caught, I'm on top with my game
Flip a fat ride, there's no need for a train
Rappers come close, but they just can't make it
When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it
Peace to Serge, and my right hand Flex
And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next
The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is livin Fat
Niggaz gettin jealous cause I got a contract
But I don't sweat it, I know the style is raw
You can't compare me to a cornball
And you know I kick game like a hottie
Now in ninety-three, they should free John Gotti
If you step, battle and I'm gonna mash your toes
You know I got the flow
Chorus 1.5X

Verse 1
In the undergrowth,where there is no hope.
Neath the lions cage,grows the Foliage.
In the darkened cell,where no one can tell.
Hear the cry of rage,through the Foliage.
Verse 2
When the moon is white and the sun shines bright.
Look towards the east and the golden beast.
As the mist descends,as the world pretends.
Hear the cry of rage,through the Foliage.
Verse 3
Children of the night,as they hide from sight.
Neath the lions cage,where there is no age.
As his breath draws near,they must show no fear.
For when they must fall,they must surley,Die.......

The sky went black
On a cold morning
The rain washed our pain
Your lips were frozen
As they were made of ashes.
Remember all you said.
Watching you laugh and cry
With a fake smile (of the despairation)
You sit there all by yourself
By those gates of heaven and earth
In the search of the truth.
Do you remember the time?
that I've went for you
In the great forest
Spending days and nights
By the lake of the black water.
I'm falling inside ,Your beauty
taking a good look of it all
Is this the last time of being?
I cant forget the way you smiled to me
Your breath was cold
And now there all gone to a place unknown
While the stars shining in my eyes
I've went there all by myself
And almost died.
Did we cried about this time?
or Just was it a time to forgive?
I try forget the misery
And I'm falling even deeper
Into sadness.
What will
I feel
If you tell me
Leave me be
Dont you know?
So much pain!
I come from a long way
In a search of your heart
Won't you let me in?
Is this my sin?
What will I do
And where will I go now?
Illusions never stops
Where are you to come my way?
To be in my arms
To embrace you once again

-=- Lil Bruce -=-
They say pimpin' aint easy
And nigga, they aint neva lie
We ride back to back thru the track faul on suicide
Watch me glide on twenties
Get money
Smokin' backwoods on pills
Breakin' bitches that will
Cause its pimpin'
Only special women
Livin' up and down the blocks slangin' rocks slangin' cock
Pimp til I die
Im so fly
Thats where I am and thats where Im not
Im Lil Bruce baby, I come from the V
The home of iternaroles but MD
-=- PSD -=-
You think I can about schan or snatch
And Im runnin' scams to get my hands on scratch
Understand that
Woman romance without financeamie
Stands no chance with my man of my pedigree
Call my hoggish if you would
Shoulda been a part of Sick Wid It Records
Wit a pig on my necklace
What ya dig my possesions is the gaz my gift
Why should it matter if its turf shit werent for shit
Nigga we hurt shit
That is rebirth wit it
Thats what it the gaz shit
Man we curse wit it
As for us we did it
So nigga name it I done it
And love to hit it while she on her stomach
Money and hundreds
-=- Chorus -=-
Im from the V-A double L E-J-O
Where sellin' narcotics is all I know
Im from the valley with sally silly dank biiitch
What it is what it is what it is
-=- B-Legit -=-
A boss up
Never fuck its red lights with a toss up
A tangle where we crossed up
Its big shit
V town affiliates
Just watch us rip shit
The ganster or the pimp shit
No simp shit
Bitch I must I mean
Out the ricks
Wit kicks
And gun machines
You know the green
The thing we was dieing to get
Its a reason why my niggas came so damn sick
When I represent
Bitch I put it on dubbs
Park it by the club and let the rat heads rub
Im out to get the cheddar
If she fight
Nigga let her
It dont matter
I stay fatter
-=- Mac Dre -=-
It dont matter
As long as my pockets get fatter
I dont give a fuck if savilians got scatter
Im the last batter
Better hit a homerun
When I stick my dick in I watch how fast she cum
Up the block sideways when I shift I turnt quick
And after that first dick
Im all in your purse bitch
Mac Drizae
Off the hizzae
Goin' off hennihizae
And a half of thizel (thizel)
Romper Roomin'
No cartoonin'
Makin' it scrill
Keepin' it real
Bitch the mill
-=- Chorus -=-