Lyrics:
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you or me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died", said he
"I never died", said he
makes the angels heave a sigh
When they see little Joe passing by
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare
But when he kisses me it's Christmas
THE REMAINS OF JOE MAGARAC
(Robert Andrew Wagner)
The remains of Joe Magarac's nephew,
In a casket shaped like a barge,
York's J Prince on Houston Street
I caught the bounce before my nigga even bounced the beat
I took the hard way in this shit, man, it's the route for me
Almost time to clock in
The boys were bettin'
That Joe wouldn't show
Cause they had seen him over the weekend
He had four new tires on that old
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
Game, five shots no pain
And that's the reason why I'm shittin' on you niggas
Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you niggas
[Chorus: x2]
needs to do it like Joe
Exotic cruises to Mexico
The five star suite
The sex out on the beach
When you're with me a genuine 563
Has a man ever sex
a loss
Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight
My name is Joe Public
I'm sure you all know me
Sometimes, they call me 'The Man In The Street'
But I don't mind
I've got my place in society
Kelly, and friends, Joe Byrne and Steve Hart.
Ned kelly and Joe Byrne took the two policemen to the station's lock up and threw them in a
cell. The next
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old
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