Outkast

Outkast - Jazzy Belle songtekst

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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 caught
 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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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Arista

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Uitgegeven in: 2011

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: ATliens (1996) , Jazzy Belle (1996)

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