Jazzy belle

[Verse One: Andre] 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...