[Intro: Joe Budden] + (Fat Joe)
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Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man
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Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlizzy)
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Joey Crack, I see you out there in the B-X baby!
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(Cook coke crack)
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[Chorus: Joe]
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Sweat is our cologne ? we grindin
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House-landin homes ? we ballin
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Used to the game ? we payed 'em
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Hits for y'all the sing ? we bring 'em
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Oh my, look what we got
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Three boss players chillin in one spot
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It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe
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and then - it's whoa-ohhhh-ohhhh
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
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I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-B
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Niggaz know the Don be the sickest with jewelry
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Niggaz seen the TS piece, and got they weight up
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Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob
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Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling'd out
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Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I'm minked out
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Down in Miami, bitches say they love me
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Niggaz gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me
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Always lend an ear when they man ain't listenin
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Put somethin mean in they ear to glisten
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Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on
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Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron
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We be makin love on the side of the road
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in the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed
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You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro
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Then it's back to the crib down on Coconut Grove
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Youuuu know
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[Chorus]
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[Joe Budden]
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Okay, hold up ? baby sweetie, lady darling
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It's the, way you treat me; wait nah
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It's the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back
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Ah dios mios when I smack that ass
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It's that, pimped out demeanor
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She pimped out with Senior, it's the good limp with the Nina
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How I spit the 'caine game like I came from Yale
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How the cops can't hold me, my name is bail
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She tryna get up now, and zip to white-on-white Uptowns
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to that white from Uptown that got her like what now
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Got her tryna wine-dine, grind a little what now
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Got her with a eye on eye in every club now
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How I'm on the street with the steel
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How I ain't gotta play the role; I'm bein myself, just keepin it real
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Is it cause I'm givin her somethin that she could feel
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Or how I get that change or is it just that name - JOEY!
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[Chorus]
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[Fat Joe]
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Me and you..
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Yo' momma and you girlfriends too..
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We can take this to recharge..
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And maybe we can do a menage - haha
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It ain't shit, man my life's a movie
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Keep your mom bitches, man I fuck me a groupie
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She let a nigga beat it the back of the staircase
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All the bitch need is a blunt and a Pelle, if that
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[Joe Budden]
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Dudes wonder why I'm M.I.A.
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It's cause I'm back real quiet on the back of the bike in M-I-A
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You can get up out that Hyundai boo
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Lookin like she off the runway too
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Meet me at the crib you can come straight through
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Never shoes or pumps, straight boots like she strip at Sue's Rendezvous
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But oops ? come cool with it, what you want do with it?
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Joe ma, remember the name and get used to it
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[Chorus]
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[Joe]
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Whoa, whoa-ohhhh, whoa..
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Not Your Average Joe (featuring Fat Joe, Joe Budden & Joe)
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DJ Kayslay |