[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   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 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 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 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      [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 – 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..