歌曲 | Not Your Average Joe (Explicit Album Version) - Clean Album Version |
歌手 | DJ Kayslay |
专辑 | The Streetsweeper Vol. 2 - The Pain From The Game |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[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 â" we grindin | |
House-landin homes â" we ballin | |
Used to the game â" we payed 'em | |
Hits for y'all the sing â" 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 f**k 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 â" 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 menáge - haha | |
It ain't shit, man my life's a movie | |
Keep your mom bitches, man I f**k 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 â" 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.. |
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 BX baby! | |
Cook coke crack | |
Chorus: Joe | |
Sweat is our cologne " we grindin | |
Houselandin homes " we ballin | |
Used to the game " we payed ' em | |
Hits for y' all the 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 whoaohhhhohhhh | |
Fat Joe | |
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh | |
I gotta be " The Flyest" like my homie from QB | |
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 skyblue or chinchill, I' m minked out | |
Down in Miami, bitches say they love me | |
Niggaz gettin mad cause the bitches wanna f k 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 whiteonwhite Uptowns | |
to that white from Uptown that got her like what now | |
Got her tryna winedine, 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 men ge haha | |
It ain' t shit, man my life' s a movie | |
Keep your mom bitches, man I f k 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 MIA | |
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, whoaohhhh, whoa.. |
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 BX baby! | |
Cook coke crack | |
Chorus: Joe | |
Sweat is our cologne " we grindin | |
Houselandin homes " we ballin | |
Used to the game " we payed ' em | |
Hits for y' all the 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 whoaohhhhohhhh | |
Fat Joe | |
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh | |
I gotta be " The Flyest" like my homie from QB | |
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 skyblue or chinchill, I' m minked out | |
Down in Miami, bitches say they love me | |
Niggaz gettin mad cause the bitches wanna f k 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 whiteonwhite Uptowns | |
to that white from Uptown that got her like what now | |
Got her tryna winedine, 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 men ge haha | |
It ain' t shit, man my life' s a movie | |
Keep your mom bitches, man I f k 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 MIA | |
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, whoaohhhh, whoa.. |