| 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 |
| [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.. |