Lyrics:
Walking hand in hand with every man
Sleeping in the sun with everyone
Abraham, come in one more time
It must have been in L.A.
He just said, "Joe
I sometimes wish I was a kid again
Down in the old neighborhood
Just to be with Charlie, with little Joe and Pete
Boy, we had a quartette that was
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
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
We known to do this
The flow is lucid it's so abusive
Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that Doe is Jewish
I
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
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe
Hey la, um de hey oh la
Said, hey la, um de hey oh le
Hey, hey, hey, hey oh la
Said hey, oh hey, feelin' good today
One day as I was a havin'
s'um)
If you need s'um
(If you need s'um)
(If you need s'um)
(If you need s'um)
When you feel alone you can call me
I'll be by your door when you need me
skins with the big racks
On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio
Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe
Say what you want to, say
She ain't much of a lady but she's a helluva dame
You got a cat o' nine tails but you'll never tame
This kind of woman don't play by rules, no
This
a better world because of you
Joe's a highway worker
I saw him today when I drove by and the sun was hot
A hundred degrees on that blacktop sweatin'
Hey Joe howdy rainbow
Claustrophobic hour
Sittin' by the jewel in the crown noisy motor sounds
Go go the cops are comin' you gotta move you care
biter!)
How you figure we get sicker
6.0 on the richter
Joe Flow and Mistah
Yo Bone crab the mixer
(Worda Wordee Wordoo brah, Joe Flizzow keep it gangsta')
be with you
Who put this together? Me, that's who
We did it, Joe, but what they really do?
Save the pep talk, and the TED Talk (ye)
I'm 'bout
summer soul days
I think I'll take my baby for a ride down the back road
Out in the country where the summer winds blow
Over by the river there's
Bizzare's tryna get a lapdance
Off a Xanax and Jack Dan' (ayo)
Stripper walk by, I'm like, "Goddamn"
She's like, "That's harassment"
I'm like, "Yeah,
Some day I'll carry you
Off in my arms
(Oh ho ha ha)
Hip, I used to be a good time Joe
(Hip hip)
Kiss a gal and just let her go
(Go go)
Hope I
get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
Honey got me runnin like I'm Flo Joe
Signs her name on my
the hardest
Holdin' it down like a female Joe Pesci
And I wanna make her a made woman
And I hope she gon' let me, cause she looks so sexy
Oh! And this is for
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
a female Joe Pesci
And I want to make her a made woman
and I hope she gon' let me, cause she looks so sexy
[Interlude: R. Kelly]
OHH! And this is for
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover
That's what's
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
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