Fat Joe Feat Joe Buddenjoe Not Your Average Joe Lyrics

Not Your Average Joe Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden + (Fat Joe)]

Okay Slick, you called in the right niggaz man

Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlay)

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

(Cook coke crack)



[Chorus: Joe]

Sweat is our cologne (we grindin)

House, women, homes (we ballin)

Dudes to the game (we payed 'em)

Yes we all insane (we bring 'em)

Oh my, look what we got

Three balls 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]

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]

Sweat is our cologne (we grindin)

House, women, homes (we ballin)

Dudes to the game (we payed 'em)

yes we all insane (we bring 'em)

Oh my, look what we got

Three balls 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



[Joe Budden]

Okay, hold up ? baby sweetie, lady, ma

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

It's the way I tap that lass, she callin me pap an dad

I do skills 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: Joe]

Sweat is our cologne (we grindin)

House, women, homes (we ballin)

Dudes to the game (we payin)

Yes we all insane (we bring 'em)

Oh my, look what we got

Three balls 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]

Me and you..

Yo' momma and you girlfriends too..

We can take this to recharge..

And maybe we can do a men᧥ - 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]

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-whoa-whoa



[Joe]

Whoa, whoa-ohhhh, whoa..