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  • Artist: Outkast f/ Babyface
  • Song Title: Jazzy Belle (Remix)
  • Album: ATLiens

Andre:
Yeah
oh yes i love her like egyptian, want a description, my royal highness
so many pluses when i bust that there can’t be no minus
went from yellin crickets and crows, b****es 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 f**k them n****z 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 invitin n****z
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. 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 f**kin a different n**** 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 gurl ever stayed
house and doctor was the games we used to play
but now it’s real Jazzy Belle... yeah like that

Chorus:
jazzy belle (ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh)
if you really want to be my star
maybe we can mend a broken heart
jazzy belle (ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh)
if you really want to be my boo
straighten up your s**t
i'll be with you

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 eyes i see
you weapon and it’s depressin, they’re diggin up in your thighs
leavin deposits keep your closets hopin to knock your boots and drawers
hopin to get you sprung like bell-bottoms, steadily callin me Antwan
cause you thinkin that you my lady b**** don’t play me cause you’re janky
i wanted to hit that a** but me and the Goodie we got danky
so thank thee, for runnin that southerplayalistic game
You was the only one to blame, a n**** don’t even know yo’ name
it’s a shame, you crackin em up and f**kin a n**** 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


Chorus


Andre:
one two, yessss, ummkay, check this out right here now
see me and ole gurl, in the black on black ‘lac no star
windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are
talk bad about her n**** guaranteed to snap like bra
straps 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 . . . nasty b****

Big Boi:
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
because they burnin anyway, Big Boi user and abuser

Chorus x2
echo: jazzy belle




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