Lyrics:
where I belong.
I'm goin' back to that same old used-to-be.
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine.
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine.
Coal mine,
I'm going back to that same old used-to-be,
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine.
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine.
Coal mine, coal mine, coal
belong.
I'm going back to that same old used-to-be,
Down in Joe browns coal mine.
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine.
Coal mine, coal mine,
going north to
My same old used-to-be
Well, now, down in Joe Brown's coal mine
I said coal mine (Coal mine)
Whoa, coal mine (Coal mine)
Old coal mine
The Harp Jam
Danny Joe Brown-Duane Roland-Dave Hlubek
Steve Holland-Banner Thomas-Bruce Crump
Is not Atlanta, GA is the Rock n Roll capital
a paternity test
Are you the father? Well, it's anybody's guess
And give me Jerry Springer
Judge Joe Brown, Judge Judy, and a TV dinner
I guess the best
Baby girl tryna get a nut
And her girl tryna give it up
Chopped em both down
Don't judge 'em, Joe Brown
One last announcement
No sports bra, let's
Please welcome, Joe Brown
How we doin' lads?
slow down take you to court
Think you seein' judge joe brown they just actin'
Indy's throwin' tyson back in another year
Fuckin' with a nigga's career
on Joe Brown for real
We was robbers, we wasn't workin' no deal
Smokin' gas, that shit be loud like Malia
Niggas talkin', but they know what it is, huh?
will
Knock a man down, hmm
Fern Williams got all the theatres sold up
Yeah but to see his pictures
You got to be in a dud over forty-one, huh
Joe Brown
well Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I'm bound
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betsy Brown
Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just
hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns
If ya'll wit me then build, shorty,
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
who else for Joe 2 guard that
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
[thanks to melody for correcting these lyrics]
Yo, look, in the club one time (yeah)
I'm just really tryna feel the love one time (yeah)
Everybody tryna be Judge Joe Brown (why?)
Let me do me,
morning, Joe Brown, running in the park
ct night, I light the torch, explore dungeons in the dark
Like I think I'm hardcore, Rumble in the Bronx
Tumble with
The Motherland
Mil-town what up
Now what goes up
Must come down
Unless yo name
Is Joe Joe Brown
And he is I
And am him
And we so high
Up off the ground
With so
slow down take you to court
Think you seein' judge joe brown they just actin'
Indy's throwin' tyson back in another year
Fuckin' with a nigga's career
sometimes,is reflect my style
When I speak to hoes, Yo i always be foul
Ask em do they suck dick, can they ride me wild
Here's the day, sit down, lay down,Joe
who else for Joe 2 guard that
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
[thanks to melody for correcting these lyrics]
THE VIBE OF THE PLACE, OR THE SIZE OF BIG JOE BROWN
THEN HE PICKS A GUITAR AND PLAYS SOME CLASSIC ROCK
AND WE ALL PLAY TOGETHER, WITH THE FACES SAYING ""WHAT
I'm giving orders like my name Joe Brown
229 raised me up through these hard times
I get it on my own my hustle make Me shine
I'm killing shit even
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