text: 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 yelling 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
  Talking like that, man, fuck them niggas, I’m going off
  And coming right back like boomerangs when you throw ‘em
  With these old ghetto poems
  Thinking its better for ‘em
  When they can let they thumb down from hitchhiking
  Inviting niggas into the temple they call the body
  Now everybody got it, had it
  Talked about it amongst they friends
  Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna pretend
  Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes
  Even Bo knew that you got poked
  Like acupuncture patients
  While our nation is a boat, straight sinking
  I hate thinking that these the future mamas of our chillun
  They fucking a different nigga every time they get the feeling to
  I’m willing to go the extra kilo-meter
  Just to see my señorita get her pillow
  On the side of my bed where no girl ever stay
  House and doctor was the games we used to play
  But now it’s real Jazzy Belle
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my star
  Maybe we can mend a broken heart
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my boo
  Straighten up your shit
  I’ll be with you
  See, what if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw
  Having the very best of life: lobster, steak and Perignon
  Smoking an ounce of weed and every single day was personal FreakNik
  Tricking these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it
  But your conception, deception
  Looking into your eyes I see your weapon and it’s depressing
  Theyre digging up in your thighs, leaving deposits
  Keeping your closets open, knocking your boots and drawers
  Hoping to get you sprung like bail-bonds
  Steadily calling me Antwan
  ‘Cause you thinking that you my lady
  Bitch, don’t play me cause you’re janky
  I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie, we got danky
  So thank thee, for running that Southerplayalistic game
  You was the only one to blame
  A nigga don’t even know your name, it’s a shame
  You cracking ‘em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up
  I’m leaving these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me
  See, I gotta be feeding my daughter
  Teach her to be that Natural Woman
  ‘Cause she’ll be Waiting to Exhale
  While you other hoes be Dumb and Dumber
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my star
  Maybe we can mend a broken heart
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my boo
  Straighten up your shit
  I’ll be with you
  See me and ol girl in the black on black Lac Northstar
  Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are
  Talk bad about her nigga, guaranteed to snap like bra
  Straps, sticking together like grandma and grandpa-pa
  In this dog-eat-dog world
  Kitty cats be scratching 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 liking in high school
  Now they dyking
  Nasty bitch
  Having no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, some
  Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb
  Deaf and fine, they be, asking me all about mine
  How she doing, how she be
  I know she’s sipping that wine
  Behind my back they squawk like vultures
  Off and On like Trends of Cultures, baby
  Hey he, faking it like these sculptured nails
  But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer
  ‘Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my star
  Maybe we can mend a broken heart
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my boo
  Straighten up your shit
  I’ll be with you
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my star
  Maybe we can mend a broken heart
  Jazzy Belle
  If you really want to be my boo
  Straighten up your shit
  I’ll be with you