[{"id":25396846,"name":"Not Your Average Joe","trackName":"Not Your Average Joe","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"The Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game","duration":232.849705,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Okay Slick, you called on the right niggas man\nYeah jump off\nYeah, uh, K-Slizzy\nJoey Crack I see you out there in the BX baby\nCook Coke Crack\n\nSweat is our cologne, we grindin\nHouse, land and homes, we ballin\nDues to the game, we pay 'em\nIt's for y'all to sing, we bring 'em\nOr not, look what we got\nThree boss players chillin in one spot\nIt's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then\nIt's war war war\n\nI gotta be the flyest like my homie from QB\nNiggas know the Don be the sickest with jewelry\n\nSeen the T-S-B's, they got they weight up\nDo you see the size of his charm, Mr. Jacob\n\nNigga get your cake up, wanna get blinged out\nWhether sky blue or chinchill, I'm minked out\nDown in Miami, hoes say they love me\n\nNiggas gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me\nAlways lend a ear when they man ain't listenin\nPut somethin mean in they ear to glisten\nPut 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on\nLove it how your ass fallin out of the apron\nWe be makin love on the side of the road\nIn the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed\nYou know how it go, we be laid back puffin the 'dro\nThen it's back to the crib down in Coconut Grove, yea you know\n\nSweat is our cologne, we grindin\nHouse, land and homes, we ballin\nDues to the game, we pay 'em\nIt's for y'all to sing, we bring 'em\nOr not, look what we got\nThree boss players chillin in one spot\nIt's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then\nIt's war war war\n\nOkay, hold up, baby sweetie lady darlin\nIt's the way you treat me wait, uh\nIt's the way I tap that last, she callin me papa dad\nAdios mios when I smack that ass\nIt's that pimped out demeanor, she pimped out when seein ya\nIt's the good limp without the nina\nHow I spit the caine game like I came from Yale\nHow the cops can't hold me, my name is Bail\nShe tryin to get up now and get the white on white uptown\nTo that white from uptown, it got her like WHAT now\n\nGot her tryin to whine dine grind a little butt now\nGot her with her eye on I in every club now\nHow I'm on the street with the steel\nHow I ain't gotta play the role, bein myself, just keepin it real\n\nIs it cause I'm givin her somethin that she can feel\nOr how I get that change or is it just that name Joey\n\nSweat is our cologne, we grindin\nHouse, land and homes, we ballin\nDues to the game, we pay 'em\nIt's for y'all to sing, we bring 'em\nOr not, look what we got\nThree boss players chillin in one spot\nIt's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then\nIt's war war war\n\nMe and you, yo' mama and your girlfriends too\n\nWe could take this to the 'tage, and maybe we can all menage\n\nIt ain't shit man my life's a movie\nKeep your mouth shut man I fucked me a groupie\nShe let a nigga beat in the back of the staircase\nAll a nigga need is a blunt and a Pelle, if that\nDudes wonder why I'm MIA\nIt's cause I back flipped right on the back of the bike in M-I-A\n\nYou can get up out that Hyundai boo\nLookin like she off the runway too\nMeet me at the crib, you can come straight through\nNever shoes or pumps, straight boots\nLike she strippin Sue's Rendezvous\nBut oops, come coupe with it, what you wan' do with it\nJoe Ma, remember the name and get used to it\n\nSweat is our cologne, we grindin\nHouse, land and homes, we ballin\nDues to the game, we pay 'em\nIt's for y'all to sing, we bring 'em\nOr not, look what we got\nThree boss players chillin in one spot\nIt's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then\nIt's war war war","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] Okay Slick, you called on the right niggas man\n[00:03.90] Yeah jump off\n[00:05.34] Yeah, uh, K-Slizzy\n[00:08.90] Joey Crack I see you out there in the BX baby\n[00:11.57] Cook Coke 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on\n[01:00.54] Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron\n[01:03.02] We be makin love on the side of the road\n[01:05.32] In the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed\n[01:07.98] You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the 'dro\n[01:10.97] Then it's back to the crib down in Coconut Grove, yea you know\n[01:13.74] Sweat is our cologne, we grindin\n[01:16.26] House, land and homes, we ballin\n[01:18.85] Dues to the game, we pay 'em\n[01:21.34] It's for y'all to sing, we bring 'em\n[01:24.20] Or not, look what we got\n[01:26.36] Three boss players chillin in one spot\n[01:28.61] It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then\n[01:32.37] It's war war war\n[01:32.43] Okay, hold up, baby sweetie lady darlin\n[01:36.18] It's the way you treat me wait, uh\n[01:38.41] It's the way I tap that last, she callin me papa dad\n[01:41.84] Adios mios when I smack that ass\n[01:43.92] It's that pimped out demeanor, she pimped out when seein ya\n[01:47.01] It's the good limp without the nina\n[01:48.96] How I spit the caine game like I came from Yale\n[01:51.46] How the cops can't hold me, my name is Bail\n[01:53.95] She tryin to get up now and get the white on white uptown\n[01:56.71] To that white from uptown, it got her like WHAT now\n[01:59.37] Got her tryin to whine dine grind a little butt now\n[02:01.82] Got her with her eye on I in every club now\n[02:04.49] How I'm on the street with the steel\n[02:05.83] How I ain't gotta play the role, bein myself, just keepin it real\n[02:09.12] Is it cause I'm givin her somethin that she can feel\n[02:11.57] Or how I get that change or is it just that name Joey\n[02:14.39] Sweat is our cologne, we grindin\n[02:16.90] House, land and homes, we ballin\n[02:19.31] Dues to the game, we pay 'em\n[02:21.93] It's for y'all to sing, we bring 'em\n[02:24.82] Or not, look what we got\n[02:26.90] Three boss players chillin in one spot\n[02:29.29] It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then\n[02:33.06] It's war war war\n[02:34.76] Me and you, yo' mama and your girlfriends too\n[02:39.04] We could take this to the 'tage, and maybe we can all menage\n[02:44.31] It ain't shit man my life's a movie\n[02:46.67] Keep your mouth shut man I fucked me a groupie\n[02:49.01] She let a nigga beat in the back of the staircase\n[02:51.72] All a nigga need is a blunt and a Pelle, if that\n[02:54.74] Dudes wonder why I'm MIA\n[02:56.24] It's cause I back flipped right on the back of the bike in M-I-A\n[02:59.61] You can get up out that Hyundai boo\n[03:01.55] Lookin like she off the runway too\n[03:03.68] Meet me at the crib, you can come straight through\n[03:06.13] Never shoes or pumps, straight boots\n[03:07.86] Like she strippin Sue's Rendezvous\n[03:09.55] But oops, come coupe with it, what you wan' do with it\n[03:12.69] Joe Ma, remember the name and get used to it\n[03:15.02] Sweat is our cologne, we grindin\n[03:17.56] House, land and homes, we ballin\n[03:20.07] Dues to the game, we pay 'em\n[03:22.65] 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we ballin\n  Dues to the game, we pay 'em\n  It's for y'all to sing, we bring 'em\n  Or not, look what we got\n  Three boss players chillin in one spot\n  It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then\n  It's war war war\n\n  I gotta be the flyest like my homie from QB\n  Niggas know the Don be the sickest with jewelry\n\n  Seen the T-S-B's, they got they weight up\n  Do you see the size of his charm, Mr. Jacob\n\n  Nigga get your cake up, wanna get blinged out\n  Whether sky blue or chinchill, I'm minked out\n  Down in Miami, hoes say they love me\n\n  Niggas gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me\n  Always lend a ear when they man ain't listenin\n  Put somethin mean in they ear to glisten\n  Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on\n  Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron\n  We be makin love on the side of the road\n  In the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed\n  You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the 'dro\n  Then it's back to the crib 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