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Yo Yo Yo I'm bout to tell you about the time
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I ran into Billie Jean
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Shorty that Michael Jackson sung about on his joint
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Yo she was a crazy freak
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She use to be buggin out and all that yaknamean
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I'm about to drop it on you
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And this story is a hundred percent true
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Word to Bill Clinton's
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Mother
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(Verse 1)
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Sexy and brown
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I met her downtown
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I said hey baby
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Your workin body drives the average nigga crazy
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I'm Jeru love she said her name was Billie
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I continued your minds intact girl you could have my baby
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She could've played me
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But smiled and replied behave g
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I like your style not so maybe you can get to know me
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And this not mac son its psyical attraction
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I know you have a woman
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My mans Michael Jackson
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I think she's gassin she can tell by my reaction
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A few seconds passed we both bust out laughin
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Not sayin I'm all of that or a p-i-m-p
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Still spit that magnetic beat and had her clingin to me
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Regularly I won't speak on what this dip would do
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But when I said she was my freak for about a week or two
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And if I tell you the rest you won't believe it
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It involves Michael Jackson
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Babies and shit
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But first
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(Chorus)
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Billie Jean you was my part time lover
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I used a rubber
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So blame it on some other muthafucka
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Unlike Mike I'll admit I mashed it for fun
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But shorty ain't my son and I ain't the one
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Straight up Billie Jean you was my part time lover
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I use to rub her
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So blame it on some other muthafucka
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Unlike Mike I'll admit I mashed her for fun
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But shorty ain't my son and I ain't the one
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(Verse 2)
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This honey was freaky
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I did sexual favors for her
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Bent willie in her girlfriends Mona Lisa, Roxanne, and Latoya
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Straight like that but probably not in that order
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On planes, trains, and automobiles and even underwater
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On a mission in any position that you ever thought of
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And you think I'm bullshittin I got it all on camcorder
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One time handled mine worked the spines of them dimes
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They like all passed out so its time to recline ya know
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Go in my jeans and grab the dark cocoa old school style
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Split the El producto
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Hearin noises in the back by the kitchen so
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I creep and investigate like 5-0
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You couldn't fathom what happened next yo
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Michael Jackson comes crashin through the window
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Rantin and ravin like you dirty so and so
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I'm like Mike thas a hoe baby you know how that go
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I spoke mad clear but he wasn't hearin me though
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He started kickin and punchin like he knew taekwan do
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He threw a blow so I got real low
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I got my draws and my socks and headed for the front do
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Stepped outside stopped short oh no
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Went back and dropped the El producto
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Put fire to it and continued to flow
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And I ain't seen Billie after that no more
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Hey yo
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(Chorus)
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(Verse 3)
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Like I said after that I ain't see her no more
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10 months down the line I bump into her on tour
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She said the hat must of snapped when you got my draws
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Cause I got a little son and guess what duke he's your
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I paused and I said aight let me see him
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Shorty had one white glove talkin bout heeeheeeheee
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You ain't call me through the whole pregnancy
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We need a DNA test to determine paternity
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Billie started flippin talkin bout you ain't gonna marry me
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I said who's not the one that gets burnt that easy baby baby
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(Chorus)
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So bounce baby
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Straight up
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It's not me
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I'm not the one
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Go get somebody else
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You know what I mean
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It's just not happenin
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I'm bouncin peace
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It was fun while it lasted
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Aight tell your girlfriends I said wassup
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(Blows a kiss) I'm out
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Billie Jean
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| Jeru the Damaja |
