Jermaine Dupri - Jazzy Hoes lyrics

(feat. Eightball, Mr. Black, Too $hort)

[Too Short talking]

[Chorus]

All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough

Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like

You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

[Too Short]

Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic

Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick

She be my last pick, I got a real hoe

Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo

Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night

Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life

Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down

She gotta understand what I know now

Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch

Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch

I travel throughout the year

I keep a woman with a house and her own career

So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?)

Too Short baby, don't need to trick

I give her what she want cause I'm a real player

Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later

[Chorus 2x]

[Young Bloodz]

See I ilke them crazy hoe

Them straight, get down and pay me hoe

I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe

Make my creep fall right out my clothes

On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow

Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)

Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)

Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'

[Young Bloodz]

Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe

Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe

Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath

To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self

For as I cut one but two down the line

But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?

And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique

To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick

[Mr. Black]

Quote for quote, who tote like this

Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit

Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed

I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed

Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight

Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might

Bag these bitches like groceries

Player to player, you can't get close to me

Now who you 'posed to be?

Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly

And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)

Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)

But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds

I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know

I slang flow, east to west

Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test

[Chorus 2x]

[Eightball]

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down

When the real motherfuckin' player come around

Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak

Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee

Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne

Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man

Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?

I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes

Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes

Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes

I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches

All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches

I like women with they head on straight

Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight

Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds

Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes

[Chorus]

[Too Short talking in background]