Jazzy Belle

Yeah, yeah
 Oh, yes, I love her like Egyptian
 Want a description? My royal highness
 So many plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus
 Went from yelling crickets and crows
 Bitches and hoes to queen thangs
 Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs
 Like Kilroy, chill boy because them folks might think you soft
 Talking like that, man, fuck them niggas, I'm going off
 And coming right back like boomerangs when you throw 'em
 With these old ghetto poems, thinking it's better for 'em
 When they can let they thumb down from hitchhiking
 Inviting niggas into the temple they call their body
 Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends
 Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna pretend
 Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes, even Bo knew that you got poked
 Like acupuncture patients
 While our nation is a boat, straight sinking
 I hate thinking that these the future mommas of our children
 They fucking a different nigga every time they get the feeling to
 I'm willing to go the extra kilo
 Be there just to see my señorita get her pillow
 On the side of my bed where no girl ever stay
 House and doctor was the games we used to play
 But now it's real Jazzy Belle (yeah)
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 See what if you was a player, real player not no flaw
 Having the very best of life lobster, steak and Perignon
 Smoking an ounce of weed
 And every single day was personal FreakNik
 Tricking these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it
 But your conception, deception, looking into yo' eyes
 I see yo' weapon and it's depressing
 They're digging up in your thighs, leaving deposits
 Keeping your closets open, knocking your boots and drawers
 Hoping to get you sprung like bail-bonds
 Steadily calling me Antwan 'cause you thinking that you my lady
 Bitch, don't play me 'cause you're janky
 I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky
 So thank thee, for running that Southernplayalistic game
 You was the only one to blame, a nigga don't even know yo' name
 It's a shame, you cracking 'em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up
 I'm leaving these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me
 See, I gotta be feeding my daughter
 Teach her to be that Natural Woman (right)
 'Cause you'll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be Dumb
 And Dumber, yeah, you know what I'm saying? (Yeah)
 ♪
 Yes, I'm 'kay check this out right here now
 See, me and ol' girl in the black-on-black 'Lac Northstar (star)
 Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are (are)
 Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra (bra)
 Straps, sticking together like grandma and grandpa-pa
 In this dog-eat-dog world (world)
 Kitty cats be scratching on my furry coat to curl (curl)
 Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits
 I want to hurl, (hurl) 'cause most of the girls
 That we was liking in high school, now they dyking (haha)
 Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some
 Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb
 Deaf and fine, they be asking me all about mine
 How she doing how she be, I know she's sipping that wine
 Behind my back they squawk like vultures
 Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby
 Hey he faking it like these sculptured nails
 But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer
 'Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her
 ♪
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Hol-hol-hollin' they got rank
 Hol-hollin', hol-hollin', hol-hollin they got rank
 
 Yeah, yeah
 Oh, yes, I love her like Egyptian
 Want a description? My royal highness
 So many plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus
 Went from yelling crickets and crows
 Bitches and hoes to queen thangs
 Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs
 Like Kilroy, chill boy because them folks might think you soft
 Talking like that, man, fuck them niggas, I'm going off
 And coming right back like boomerangs when you throw 'em
 With these old ghetto poems, thinking it's better for 'em
 When they can let they thumb down from hitchhiking
 Inviting niggas into the temple they call their body
 Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends
 Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna pretend
 Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes, even Bo knew that you got poked
 Like acupuncture patients
 While our nation is a boat, straight sinking
 I hate thinking that these the future mommas of our children
 They fucking a different nigga every time they get the feeling to
 I'm willing to go the extra kilo
 Be there just to see my señorita get her pillow
 On the side of my bed where no girl ever stay
 House and doctor was the games we used to play
 But now it's real Jazzy Belle (yeah)
 ♪
 See what if you was a player, real player not no flaw
 Having the very best of life lobster, steak and Perignon
 Smoking an ounce of weed
 And every single day was personal FreakNik
 Tricking these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it
 But your conception, deception, looking into yo' eyes
 I see yo' weapon and it's depressing
 They're digging up in your thighs, leaving deposits
 Keeping your closets open, knocking your boots and drawers
 Hoping to get you sprung like bail-bonds
 Steadily calling me Antwan 'cause you thinking that you my lady
 Bitch, don't play me 'cause you're janky
 I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky
 So thank thee, for running that Southernplayalistic game
 You was the only one to blame, a nigga don't even know yo' name
 It's a shame, you cracking 'em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up
 I'm leaving these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me
 See, I gotta be feeding my daughter
 Teach her to be that Natural Woman (right)
 'Cause you'll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be Dumb
 And Dumber, yeah, you know what I'm saying? (Yeah)
 ♪
 Yes, I'm 'kay check this out right here now
 See, me and ol' girl in the black-on-black 'Lac Northstar (star)
 Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are (are)
 Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra (bra)
 Straps, sticking together like grandma and grandpa-pa
 In this dog-eat-dog world (world)
 Kitty cats be scratching on my furry coat to curl (curl)
 Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits
 I want to hurl, (hurl) 'cause most of the girls
 That we was liking in high school, now they dyking (haha)
 Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some
 Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb
 Deaf and fine, they be asking me all about mine
 How she doing how she be, I know she's sipping that wine
 Behind my back they squawk like vultures
 Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby
 Hey he faking it like these sculptured nails
 But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer
 'Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her
 ♪
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Tricks hollin' they got rank
 Hol-hol-hollin' they got rank
 Hol-hollin', hol-hollin', hol-hollin they got rank