Artist: Joe Budden Album: Rage & The Machine Song: Uncle Joe Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] It's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here (ya mean?) It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here [Joe Budden] It's Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told Look like I'm the last nigga to know I got old Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it's a three-piece suit Can't get to this type of flavor without the season at true E'ry Sunday at the spades table slammin cards hella hard Spittin on Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars I'm tellin stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad Different from what they sellin y'all, fuck am I tellin y'all? It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y'all would sing in the streets I'm a little different, I was thinkin of Meech Check this shit, I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub Before Power 105 was sneakin breakfast in the club Listen, young niggaz learn up, I don't do the kiddie shit I'm with the turn up, I just like Biggie's shit Fuck is you sayin? Only been a sensation for only two generations, I'm like the minute the weigh in fight ready, friends are forever changin And all them niggaz I came up in the game with had fainted in entertainment I swear [Interlude] They say the older you get in life the faster it happens Me I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year-olds and they mom if they cute enough So when I walk up in the day party and say what up All I hear is "Uncle Joe in this bitch~!" [Joe Budden] Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip Studies based off years of hangin with the boa constricts I'm from a era we ain't deal with all the trollin and shit When we see you we just go in your shit It's repercussions for actions, we demanded more, don't understand it dawg Question all these niggaz with words they never answer for Starin at you new niggaz still from an older state It's feelin like Oscar Robertson watchin Golden State Y'all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson" I think of Karl and how he could've got the title won I keep my life off Instagram, I like my private some I open albums for the credits, y'all just Tidal 'em It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this bitch When there was problems with the game I got to sculptin that bitch But they just keep talkin 'bout my hoes, I don't even notice the shit I got a stash I never go in and shit, same emotionless kids Stoic as if I'm just a motionless GIF Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me You niggaz go and look for these bitches, they come and find me Y'all praise it, I be disgusted Cause I don't want the points for scorin on easy buckets (And what else?) And I don't count her if she ain't alter my weekly budget Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public That's awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it) Bria's in the W with Sandra The escorts fuck with me, that's a double entendre Both got fat asses, one's a double cup monster Both used to mad attention, it's my subtlety they fond of It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this bitch [Outro] Nigga~! WHAT UP! AY!