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Jazzy Belle (Album Version)YeahYeah 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 yellin' 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 boi because them folks might think you soft Talkin' like that, man, fuck them niggas I'm goin' off And comin' right back like boomerangs when you throw 'em With these old ghetto poems Thinkin' it's better for 'em When they can let they thumb down from hitch hikin' Invitin' niggas into the temple they call the body Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends Comin' around my crew lookin' 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 sinkin' I hate thinkin' that these the future mamas of our chill'un They fuckin' a different nigga every time They get the feelin' to I'm willin' to go the extra kilo-meter Just to see my señorita get her pillow On the side of my bed where no good 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 playa, real playa not no flaw Havin' the very best of life lots of steak and Perignon Smokin' an ounce of weed and every sin'le day was personal FreakNik Trickin' these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it But your conception, deception, lookin' into your eyes I see You weapon and it's depressin' They're diggin' up in your thighs Leavin' deposits keep your closets open knockin' your boots and drawers Hopin' to get you sprung like bail-bonds Steadily callin' me Antwan 'Cause you thinkin' 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 runnin' that Southerplayalistic game You was the only one to blame A nigga don't even know your name It's a shame, you crackin' 'em up and fuckin' a nigga like 2Pac up I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me see I gotta be feedin' my daughter Teach her to be that natural woman (right) 'Cause you'll be waitin' to exhale while you other hoes be Dumb and dumber, yeah you know what I'm sayin' See me and ol' girl, in the black on black 'Lac no star (sta0 Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are (are) Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra (bra) Strap, stickin' together like grandma and grandpa-pa In this dog-eat-dog world (world) Kitty cats be scratchin' on my Furry coat to curl (curl) Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits I want to earl (earl) 'Cause most of the girls that we was likin' in high school Now they dykein' (haha) Havin' no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, some Be hangin' around the crew lookin' for funds, dumb Deaf and fine, they be askin' me all about mine How she doin', how she be? I know she's sippin' that wine Behind my back they squawk like vultures Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby Hey, he, fakin' it like these sculptured nails But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer 'Cause they burnin' anyway, Big Boi user and abuser |