Lyrics:
featuring Armaggedon Big Punisher Keith Nut
[Fat Joe]
Yeah!!
Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx
Home
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we?ll
Joe was born in New York City
Son of Paul and Catherine
Always down and always out
But his 'morrows always seemed jus' fine
There will be
My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants
My mama done told me, she said Son
A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye
But when
Farmer Joe, I'm the meanest woman you know,
Woman you know, she said,
Farmer Joe, I'm the meanest woman you know,
Woman you know.
I let you
Goodbye Joe me, gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have
Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
Voted Joe Biden, still don't like him
I never put my trust in no white man
Too many sons
I feel like Joe
If you sound like me
Shit might blow
I don't do
Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a redheaded son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
So they just called him Billy
Cowboy Mighty Joe my hero
(Talk: This is a story, about Cowboy Joe)
Cowboy Mighty Joe my hero
"Howdy Ma'am"
(Let's go!)
Have you heard the story
Ayo, Joe, wake up, son
Argh... I'm up
C'mon, you 'bout to miss your own graduation
I'm up, bro
C'mon son
I'm up
Yo, this your last day on campus...
Écoute l'air viens
À moi, à moi
Sers ma bière à
À Joe, à Joe
Mesure la bile noire
Tempère-la des espoirs
Écoute le son des sphères
Le tétracorde de
Look, I got it
I walk on stage show stopping
What's popping
My mojo joe like blossom
Young god son
My whole team knows no gossip
I know my foes don't
à Joe jacke sa brassière
L’inconnu enlève son veston
Y'a quelque chose de cochon dans l’air
Comme dans Bleu Nuit à Quatre Saisons
La testostérone dans
My mama done tol' me,
When I was in knee pants,
My mama done tol' me,
Son! A woman'll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye;
But when the sweet
a cobra, fly like a drone
When it's over you will be my stepping stone, yeah
Rival Joe's in even rows, falling now like dominoes
There's no denying, baby
My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants
My mama done told me, she said Son
A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye
But when
can't remember what I forgot
Now just kick back and listen up son
I'll help you get to where I am
Get you going full throttle, and leanin'
was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called Joe Crazy,
history,
You son of a bitch.
Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe
Blood in the streets for the oil in the sea
We ain't never gonna see another lick of peace
With
Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast"
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between
Good-bye joe me gotta go me oh my
Me gotta pole the beruea down the bayou
My Yvonne sweetest one me oh my
Son of a gun we're gonna have big fun
might run the plug from the Philippines
I trap I don't want to die too young
I beat up the block and was too young
They picking him up like whose son
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