Not Your Average Joe

Video below from DJ Kayslay YouTube channel:

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Okay Slay, you called in the right n*** man

Yeah, jumpoff

Yeah, uh, Kay Slizzy

Joey Crack, I see you out there in the B.X. baby

Cook Coke Crack

[Bridge:] [Joe]

Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')

House-landin' homes (we ballin')

Deuce to the game (we play them)

It's for y'all to sing (we bring them)

[Chorus:] [Joe]

Oh my, 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

[Fat Joe]

I gotta be the flyest like my homie from Q.B.

N*** know the Don be the sickest with Jewelry

N*** seen the T.S. piece and got they weight up

Do you see the size of this charm Mr. Jacob?

N*** get your cake up, wanna get blinged out

Whether sky blue, or chinchill or minked out

Down in Miami, b*tches say they love me

N*** gettin' mad 'cause they b*tches wanna f*** me

Always lend a ear, when they man ain't listenin'

Put something mean in they ear, they glisten

Put them in the kitchen, let them get they bake on

Lovin' how your a** fallin' out of the apron

We be making 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 in Coconut Grove

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]

Okay, hold up

Baby, sweety, lady, darlin', it's the

Way you treat me, wait

It's the way I tapped that last

She callin' me pat that back

Ay dios mio when I smack that a**

It's that pimped out demeanor

She pimped out with senior

It's the good limp without the Nina

How I spit the 'caine game like I came from Yale

How the cops can't hold me, my name is bail

She tryna get up now and zip to white-on-white uptowns

To that white from Uptown that got her like what now Got her tryna wine-dine, grind a little what now Got her with a eye on eye in every club now How I'm on the street with the steel How I ain't gotta play the role

I'm being myself, just keepin' it real Is it 'cause I'm giving her somethin' that she could feel Or how I get that change or is it just that name

Joey

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]

Me and you

Yo momma and your girlfriends too

We can take this to the ??????????

And maybe we can go minaj

It ain't sh*t man, my life's a movie

Keep your mom b*tches, man I f*** me a groupie She let a n*** beat it the back of the staircase All the b*tch need is a blunt and a Pelle, if that

[Joe Budden]

Dudes wonder why I'm M.I.A. It's 'cause I'm back real quiet 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 strip at Sue's Rendezvous but oops

Come cool with it, what you want do with it Joe ma, remember the name and get used to it

[Bridge]

[Chorus]