*featuring Eightball, Mr. Black, Too $hort
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[Too Short talking]
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[Chorus]
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All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
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Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
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You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?
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[Too Short]
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Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
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Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
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She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
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Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
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Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
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Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
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Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
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She gotta understand what I know now
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Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
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Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
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I travel throughout the year
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I keep a woman with a house and her own career
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So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?)
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Too Short baby, don't need to trick
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I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
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Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Young Bloodz]
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See I ilke them crazy hoe
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Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
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I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
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Make my creep fall right out my clothes
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On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
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Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
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Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
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Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'
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[Young Bloodz]
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Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe
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Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
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Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath
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To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
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For as I cut one but two down the line
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But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
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And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
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To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick
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[Mr. Black]
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Quote for quote, who tote like this
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Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
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Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
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I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
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Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
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Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
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Bag these bitches like groceries
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Player to player, you can't get close to me
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Now who you 'posed to be?
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Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly
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And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
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Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
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But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
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I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
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I slang flow, east to west
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Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Eightball]
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Lay it down, lay it down
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You hoes lay it down
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When the real motherfuckin' player come around
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Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
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Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
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Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
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Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
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Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
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I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes
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Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
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Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
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I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
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All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
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I like women with they head on straight
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Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight
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Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
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Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes
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[Chorus]
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[Too Short talking in background]
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Jazzy Hoes
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| Jermaine Dupri |
