Lyrics:
You make me feel so good
Néochrome, Néochrome, Alkpote
Néochrome, Joe Lucazz, Néochrome (hors jeu)
Néochrome, Néochrome, Alkpote
Néochrome, Joe
Getsemani, carabalí
Bailalo así, joeson son
Este año en el carnaval
Se ha formado un gran elenco
Con el Joe y la verdad
Maía y el Tato Marenco
Joe oe
Quien
in the jukebox
Turn it on and set 'em up Joe
Songs about a workin' man blarin' from a bandstand
Is music to a country boy's soul
Call me
Yeah!
Check it out check a check a check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
I can't get played cause I roll
to show how miserable life is
You know my moms and pops Joe they brought me up righteous
But temptations why my life's like this
Smile and reminiscing
sono mai fermato allo scoglio, mi son sempre preso tutto ciò che voglio
Sto cucinando la salsa
Nella mia tana come fossi Batman
Con joe joe musica e
the trenches ooo
He is the son of nobody
With plenty of potentials
He is the son of nobody
Who wants to be somebody
Ahhh Joe come dey sing
As en lift up en
[Chorus]
Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop
Nothing's gonna stop me
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ay yo I walk the walk, talk the talk
New York
bave aux babines,
Tu captes la mélodie,
De cette fameuse comptine.
Mon déclencheur c’est la détente.
Quand tu dors pas t’es dans ta tourmente,
Joe
Franginité dernier cri
Son pied mon pied
Fallait nous voir
On a fait les 400 coups
On nous a bien vus partout partout
Mais le palaba... Là maintenant j'avoue
featuring Armaggedon Big Punisher Keith Nut
[Fat Joe]
Yeah!!
Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx
Home
Pocket fat, getting full more
Hoe in a tie, Hoe and a liar
Son do conspire
Billion of dollar from Mao China
Funny, you don't speak that loud now
Is you
Dímelo local
Joe on the beat Torres
Ube Mr Fernandez
Straight outta 702 babe
Voy por la calle burla'o
Estas son tallas locales
Par de mamis a mi lao
fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know
[Armageddon]
You
right in your face
Play this a lot smarter
{Joe Mafia}
Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance
We the same cats blazing your lab
Wu-Capone
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
dance?
Joe:
I've got a better idea . . .
Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
You ugly son of a bitch
Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
Stick it out
a hifalootin' scootin', shootin'
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime cowboy (talk about your cowboy)
Ragtime cowboy Joe.
Dressed up ev'ry Sunday in his Sunday
cuerpo
Me estoy sintiendo
Tu me estas jodiendo
Estas entendiendo
Llego la reina del movimiento
Son las 12 vamo' al roce
Papi muevete pa' que me toques
Y lo
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
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way
Darkside, Darkside, Darkside
[DJ Premier scratches over fourth line] ("Listen to the situation my son")
Premo
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home
fumer son calumet
Mais aux innocents les mains pleines
Billy joe n'était qu'un benêt
Alors que les filles des vachers
Lui offraient toutes leurs petites
Le grand Joe Macho, un loup solitaire, était toujours en galère
Et quand il sortait chasser la femelle, on entendait son cri sensuel
Ah ououou
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