Lyrics:
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Get the picture?
Joe:
Are you telling me
I should come out of the closet now
Mr. Ron?
L. Ron Hoover:
No, my son!
You must go into
My mama done tol' me when I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, "Son
A man'll sweet talk and give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's
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
dito del Nettuno
Di profilo giuro sembra l'abbia duro
Quindi stai lì bravo
In Stalingrado
Vedo un annuncio sul rap italiano
Chiamo, halo, son Joe Cassano
grandes salopes vec un p'tit masque
Le roi d'la jungle contre des limaces
Va pas énervé Joe Pesci
Il va planter son bic dans ta tignasse
Il a bien grandi le
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
wrong
But she blessed me with a son named Joe
I loved that woman
I don't care who knows
Joanne
Joanne
She's the sweetest thing I know
Joanne
or even Arista Corporation
I just do this stuff for fun, I do this stuff for Jason
Or maybe Joe Sikes (Peace son!)
So I can take it up a little higher
Put
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go, pole the pi rogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
Good-bye, 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
maybe, Tommy Mottola, or even Arista Corporation
I just do this stuff for fun, I do this stuff for Jason
Or maybe Joe Sikes (peace son)
So I can take it
chicken
Till my diamonds acting up
VVS start heheing and kicking like they joe jackson son
I know I'm chosen
This the life that im made for
I know im doing
caps lock
My flow is mad hot hit the jack pot
But you can't see me Joe Biden sons laptop
Hit you with a scratch like a cats claw
Or any pet I'm a vet
My mama done tol' me when I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, "Son
A man'll sweet talk and give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's
ain't Joe Jackson's son, but I still beat it like I'm Michael
Ridin' through my old hood in a Beamer, yeah, I guess I'm petty
Wake up in the morning, get
Do-Do-Do-Do-Don Joe
Ci son quattro tipi in strada che fan recupero crediti su un Benzo
Cambio automatico, parlano in codici
Quel giorno mi
who've passed away
And drink three times the beer that I can drink today
Yes I know how it feels to grow old
I know what they're saying son
There goes old
Goodbye Joe, I got to go, me-oh, my-oh
I got to go pull the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, she's the sweetest one, me-oh, my-oh
Son
Because they know he's
A highfaluting, rooting
Tooting son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime cowboy oh, what a cowboy
Ragtime cowboy Joe
He's always singing
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
growing up so strong and wise
But, the whisper of an angel, took her by surprise
Her boyfriend Joe was a hard working craftsman's son
Strong as oak but
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Well, goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me-o, my-o
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
Me hago unas tos-tadas
Le echo manteca por las dos-caras (Ah)
No estoy pa esas poses for-zadas
En mi fonos Fat Joe (eyou) Joe badA$$
No son
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, "Son a woman'll sweet talk"
And give you the big eye, but when the sweet
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