[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 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-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 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 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 ca
