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Not Your Average Joe
DJ Kay Slay; Fat Joe; Joe Budden; Joe
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Okay Slay, you called on the right niggas man
Yeah, jump off
(Yeah, uh, K. Slayzie)
Joey Crack, I see you out there in the B.X. baby
(Cut Co. Crack)
Sweat is our cologne (we grinding)
House, land and homes (we ballin')
Dues to the game (we pay 'em)
It's for y'all to sing (we bring 'em)
Or not, look what we got
Three boss players chillin' in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then
It's whoa, whoa, whoa
I gotta be the flyest like my homie from QB
Niggas know the don be the sickest in jewelry
Niggas seen the TSB's and got they weight up
Do you see the size of his charm, it's the Jacob
Nigga get you caked up, wanna get blinged out
Whether sky blue or Chinchill, I'm minked out
Down in Miami, bitches say they love me
Niggas gettin mad cuz the bitches wanna fuck me
Always lend a ear when they man ain't listening
Put something mean in they ear to glisten
Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on
Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron
We be makin love on the side of the road
In the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed
You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro
Then it's back to the crib, down to coke in the grove, ya know
Sweat is our cologne (we grinding)
House, land and homes (we ballin')
Dues to the game (we pay 'em)
It's for y'all to sing (we bring 'em)
Or not, look what we got
Three boss players chillin' in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then
It's whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, hold up, baby, sweetie, lady, darling
It's the way you treat me, wait
It's the way I tap that last, she callin me pap-pap-dad
Ay dios mio when I smack that ass
It's that pimped out demeanor, she pimped out when seen ya
It's the good limp without the nina
How I spit the game, game like I came from Yale
How the cops can't hold me, my name is bail
She tryin to get up now, and hit the white on white uptown
To that white from uptown, it got her like what now
Got her tryin to wine, dine, grind a little butt now
Got her with her eye on I in every club now
How I'm on the street with the steel
How I ain't gotta play the role, I'm bein myself, just keepin it real
Is it cuz I'm givin her somethin that she can feel
Or how I get that change or is it just that name, Joey
Sweat is our cologne (we grinding)
House, land and homes (we ballin')
Dues to the game (we pay 'em)
It's for y'all to sing (we bring 'em)
Or not, look what we got
Three boss players chillin' in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then
It's whoa, whoa, whoa
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' girlfriends too
We can take this to the 'tage, and maybe we can all menage
It ain't shit man, my life's a movie
Keep your mild bitches man, I fuck me a groupie
She let a nigga beat in the back of the staircase
All a bitch need is a blunt and a Pelle, if that
Dudes wonder why I'm M.I.A
It's cuz I'm back with the light on the back of the bike in M.I.A
You can get up out that Hyundai boo
Lookin like she off the runway too
Meet me at the crib, you can come straight through
Never shoes or pumps, straight boots
Like she strippin, Sue's Rendezvous
But oops, come coupe with it, what you wan' do with it
Joe ma, remember the name and get used to it
Sweat is our cologne (we grinding)
House, land and homes (we ballin')
Dues to the game (we pay 'em)
It's for y'all to sing (we bring 'em)
Or not, look what we got
Three boss players chillin' in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then
It's whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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