Lyrics Jazzy Belle - OutKast

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