DJ Kay Slay, Joe Budden, Joe, Fat Joe - Not Your Average Joe lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Kay Slay, Joe Budden, Joe, Fat Joe - Not Your Average Joe lyrics]
Okay Slay, you called in the right niggas
Man! yeah, jump on yeah, ah kay Slayzzey
Joe Crack I see you out there on the BX baby
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
I gotta be "The Flyest" like
My homie from Q-B niggas know the Don be
The sickest with jewelry
Niggas 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
Niggas gettin mad cause the
Bitches wanna fuck me
Always lend an ear when
They man ain't listenin'
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 on Coconut Grove youuuu know
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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
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 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 try to 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 giving her
Somethin that she could feel
Or how I get that change or is
It just that name - JOEY!
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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
Me and you yo' momma and you girlfriends too
We can take this to recharge
And maybe we can do a menáge - 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
Dudes wonder why I'm MIA
It's cause I'm back real quiet on the
Back of the bike in M-IA
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
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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
Man! yeah, jump on yeah, ah kay Slayzzey
Joe Crack I see you out there on the BX baby
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
I gotta be "The Flyest" like
My homie from Q-B niggas know the Don be
The sickest with jewelry
Niggas 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
Niggas gettin mad cause the
Bitches wanna fuck me
Always lend an ear when
They man ain't listenin'
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 on Coconut Grove youuuu know
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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
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 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 try to 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 giving her
Somethin that she could feel
Or how I get that change or is
It just that name - JOEY!
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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
Me and you yo' momma and you girlfriends too
We can take this to recharge
And maybe we can do a menáge - 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
Dudes wonder why I'm MIA
It's cause I'm back real quiet on the
Back of the bike in M-IA
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
Sweat is our cologne (we grindin')
House landin homes (we ballin')
Duece to the game (we payed 'em)
Hit's for y'all to sing (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