Jazzy Belle

Jazzy Belle






Ms. Jackson

Ms. Jackson




[Verse One: Andre] 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 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 niggaz I'm goin off and comin right back, like boomerangs when you throw em With these old ghetto poems, Bankhead is better for em When they can let they throw em, down from hitchikin and bitin niggaz until 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. Goodie, Four-Shoes, even Bo knew, that you got poked like accupuncture patients while our nation is a boat Straight sinkin, I hate thinkin that these the future mommas of our chillun, 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 senorita 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... [Verse Two: Big Boi] See what if you was a playa real playa not no slouch Havin the very best of life lots of steak and Perignon Smokin an ounce of weed yeah every single day was personal FreakNik Freakin these hoes in Polo clothes life as you conceived it but your conception, deception, lookin into your watch I see you weapon and it's depressin, they're diggin up in your thighs leavin deposits keep your closets open not your boots and drawers Hopin to get you sprung like bell-bottoms, steadily callin me Antwan cause you thinkin that you my lady bitch don't play me cause you're chanky I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky So thank thee, you runnin that Southerplayalistic game You was the only one to blame, a nigga don't even know yo' name it's a shame, you crackin em up and fuckin a nigga like Tupac 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 Cause you'll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be Dumb and Dumber, yeah you know what I'm sayin? [Verse Three: Andre, Big Boi] One two, yessss, ummkay, check this out right here now See me ain't no good, in the black on black 'Llac no star Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra Strap stickin together like grandma and grandpa-pa In this dog eat dog world, kitty cats be scratchin on my furry coat to curl, up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits I want to earl, cause most of the girls that we was likin in high school, now they dykein *laughin* 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 skwak like vultures Off and On like Trendz 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
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