Lyrics:
Esa nena es candela ella solo piensa en moverla
no se anda con novelas no es de las que celas
me pide un ""joe-son"" vieja escuela,
siempre anda
Like I'm on the run, bad, bad, like I'm Joe Son
Where my diamond glove, I'm the king, nigga
Shorty always tryna ring niggas
That ain't gon' get you
pass test
You got your hands out
We hands on ain't never had help
Like bad breath
What I'm spitting hot go asks yelp
Lately I been showing signs of Joe
on one, I've been on one Separated From their mind state
Beat it like Joe, son
Took that pedal off that metal
Been cruisin' like Tom, uh
Thank the Father
shoots the meanest game around
The Baron or Billy Joe
Billy Joe looked Edgy
About to lose his cool
But the Baron's hands were steady
As the two began
shoots the meanest game around
The Baron or Billy Joe
Billy Joe looked Edgy
About to lose his cool
But the Baron's hands were steady
As the two began
(J.. Fauque/E. Monet)
Joe s'est tanqué au vert, pas d'erreur
L'ami nous mit dans l'horreur
Rouge est son cou, leur couleur, couleur
La vie quelle
también el folio (Joe)
Mis letras son teclas de chopin en la guerra
porque dejamos las balas por el grafito en las yemas
-Coro-
This is Guatemala Downtown
Here we, here we go
Here we go, this is Your Son, Joe
Sirk, BisSel, Madison
To the CO to the CNY, now you're seeing why
I see through my eyes,
funny money that's funded through plunders of war
Your Son, Joe, and the key is slipped under the door
An unspoken agreement, like a pimp slipped under
a listener to a writer
Igniting another fire, a pyre became of twigs
And I'm dying to see these liars indicting these fucking pigs
This is Your Son, Joe
they don't need
Now let the hunt proceed
This is your son joe fucker
Pen gone bleed
Let the back row be
Let the front row fit the profile
Fit to be beat
Don't forget the coffee Billy Joe
Now pay attention, son
Don't forget the coffee Billy Joe"
can make a pirogue go go go
That's why they call him Pirogue Joe
He's a happy go lucky son of a gun
He always has a lot of fun
He laughs and jokes
That's why they call him Pirogue Joe
He's a happy go lucky son of a gun
He always has a lot of fun
He laughs and jokes everywhere he goes
That's why
Don't forget the coffee Billy Joe
Now pay attention, son
Don't forget the coffee Billy Joe"
yeah
hold up check
bizzzthat
yall ready
ha
you Can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass we Joe Montana you can’t pass
un GI Joe
J'veux faire du son tous les jours que ça paie, les factures
Voir ma tête, dans l'journal entendre mon blaze aux actus
Ouais j'vous assure
the doctor, Cotton Eyed Joe
I called for the doctor, Cotton Eyed Joe
Look, here comes a prodigal son
Fetch him a tall drink of water
But there's none in
bien derecho
(Techo cae techo)
(Techo cae techo)
pero que techo cae techo
música, música, pero que tengo derecho
El son del Joe Arroyo es lo mejor
ponte
Cocaine, hookers, and blow
We trust the son of Joe
Cocaine, hookers, and blow
To Las Vegas we go!
Cocaine, hookers, and blow
We trust the son of Joe
thee well, I say
He'd follow me ten thousand miles
To hear my fiddle play
verses:
Old Joe Clarke the preacher's son
Preached all over the plain
The only
again, not again
Joe Pesci you son of a bitch
How did you get in here anyway?
Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Not again, not
the nigga Joe Walter's son
Hit the moonwalk all across the sun
I just hit my shot on accident like a drop a gun
Got popped, and I stopped to run
On red
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