Lyrics:
away
The river water rising
(Ko-ko Joe)
Washin' up all the bushes
(Ko-ko Joe)
Well the headlines said
How a mother said, my son woulda lost his
grateful they gave joe's son Hunter quite a nice consultant's fee
Jeffrey Epstein killed himself
Dr Fauci's good at science
There are more than just two
son premier combat
Et le soir même avec papa, il prenait le train pour Paris
Où un boxeur ça vaut son prix, Battling Joe
Il croyait bien en faisant ce
come to making history, I'm like Joe's son
A million ways to die, you already chose one
A million dollars stacked, it sounds like a new beginning
We
happens every now and then
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight,
and my gun can kill an elephant (well, damn)
I feel like a president, do side deals like Joe Biden's son (Joe Biden)
Don't play me, play with your kids,
a halfway grin
He said: "Naw, this happens every now and then
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years
Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,
They were hanging Joe Bean.
Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?
Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right?
behind
As he's stoically dumped in the community pit
With a liberal spadeful of lime.
Joe Magarac's son-in-law's cousin
Takes
Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean.
Is Joe still here, Joe Bean? Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right?
Well,
a halfway grin
He said: "Naw, this happens every now and then
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years
permanent
Permanentemente junto a DJ Joe
Traigo la rama-llama, rama, rama-llama
Para ponerte a gozar
Y vengo per ma-nen-te-mente junto a DJ Joe
Son bow dem
There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a.
He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd.
He's one
Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean.
Is Joe still here, Joe Bean? Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right?
Well,
go fawe
Sondro dati joe noman libi nanga ding people
Son sma o pley lek fa lobi joe
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a going away
Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son
Preached all over the pain
The only text he
Pequeno
Jake La Furia e Don Joe, son su Insta, che li seguo
Inoki con Cassano, Ice One e Sottotono
Colle del Fomento, Fabri Fibra, e Kaos One, bro
Algonkin,
mad love to Joe's son
They giving out gold
And oil, incense it's lit
What they getting for the kids as gifts
Shouts to St. Nick
Stacking up box
Prodigal Son
There was a prodigal son, his name was Joe
He left home and spent all his dad's dough
The other son I think his name
ganando
Con el drippy y el joe son aventados nunca rajados
Juntos comenzamos de abajo por eso tengo respeto
Saben tienen un amigo
Siempre firme han sido
Los
Cartagenero soy, a donde quiera que voy
Bailarán generaciones Se alegran corazones
Al ritmo de este Joe son Se te curan los dolores
Cartagenero soy, a donde
Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son
Preached all over the plain
The only text he ever knew
Was high low jack and the game
[Chorus]
Fare thee
with a half way grin
He said no this happens every now and then
Every driver in here knows Big Joe
But son let me tell you what happened bout ten years
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a going away
Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son
Preached all over the pain
The only text he
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