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)

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