Dj Kayslay Not Your Average Joe (featuring Fat Joe Joe Budden Joe) Lyrics

Not Your Average Joe (featuring Fat Joe Joe Budden Joe) Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] + (Fat Joe)



Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man



Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlizzy)



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



(Cook coke crack)







[Chorus: Joe]



Sweat is our cologne – we grindin



House-landin homes – we ballin



Duece to the game – we payed 'em



Hits for y'all the same – we bring 'em



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-ohhhh-ohhhh







[Fat Joe]



Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh



I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-B



Niggaz know the Don be the sickest with jewelry



Niggaz seen the TS piece, and got they weight up



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



Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling'd out



Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I'm minked out



Down in Miami, bitches say they love me



Niggaz gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me



Always lend an ear when they man ain't listenin



Put somethin 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 on Coconut Grove



Youuuu know







[Chorus]







[Joe Budden]



Okay, hold up – baby sweetie, lady darling



It's the, way you treat me; wait nah



It's the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back



Ah dios mios when I smack that ass



It's that, pimped out demeanor



She pimped out with Senior, it's the good limp with 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 bein myself, just keepin it real



Is it cause I'm givin her somethin that she could feel



Or how I get that change or is it just that name - JOEY!







[Chorus]







[Fat Joe]



Me and you..



Yo' momma and you girlfriends too..



We can take this to recharge..



And maybe we can do a menage - haha



It ain't shit, man my life's a movie



Keep your mom bitches, man I fuck me a groupie



She let a nigga beat it the back of the staircase



All the bitch 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







[Chorus]







[Joe]



Whoa, whoa-ohhhh, whoa..