Jamie Boxx (freestyle) Songtext
Bitch off the white, that's Phoebe
Put her on the wall like a TV
She back that ass up, mm, bb
I'm off the Julio, Don Cheadie
Baby on discs, no CD
Gotta see it to believe this
Say my name in vain, nigga, believe
White folks love it when I sing
Keepin' bitch in line like Beijing
Moshin' in the pussy, I'm ragin'
Put her on the wall like a TV
She back that ass up, mm, bb
I'm off the Julio, Don Cheadie
Baby on discs, no CD
Gotta see it to believe this
Say my name in vain, nigga, believe
White folks love it when I sing
Keepin' bitch in line like Beijing
Moshin' in the pussy, I'm ragin'
Punk rock bitch get the spliff (Uh-huh)
White folks at the show saying nigga
Can't tell if they said the ee-eer
If that dude fuck around, say the ee-eer
Hit him with the quick right like a detour
Cracker with the wood, I'm Jeter
Bitch wanna bone, femur
Pussy bad, lil' baby I'm a Libra
Pussy bad, lil' baby I'm a Libra
I'm at the door waitin' on a pack of corn
Been on the run, feelin' like I'm Jackie Chan (Uh)
Foot on the road, my life a circus home (Yeah)
Made my phone ring-a-ling for the ding-a-ling (Brr)
I'm goin' off that recently, hit it easily
She jumped on the wood, got more wood than Genesis
Well nigga, well that don't make me no difference
(It don't make me no motherfuckin' different)
Change my damn mind a whole lot
Nigga got 'fro on locks Prolly get locks, wanna chop
Prolly let him live, prolly not
Close range aim, take a shot
Kush stank, hunnid socks
Smoke me a blunt and forget
I fucked your old lady
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
She already decided, nigga
Smi-ooh, Smi-ooh
Smi-ooh, Smi-ooh, ooh
White folks at the show saying nigga
Can't tell if they said the ee-eer
If that dude fuck around, say the ee-eer
Hit him with the quick right like a detour
Cracker with the wood, I'm Jeter
Bitch wanna bone, femur
Pussy bad, lil' baby I'm a Libra
Pussy bad, lil' baby I'm a Libra
I'm at the door waitin' on a pack of corn
Been on the run, feelin' like I'm Jackie Chan (Uh)
Foot on the road, my life a circus home (Yeah)
Made my phone ring-a-ling for the ding-a-ling (Brr)
I'm goin' off that recently, hit it easily
She jumped on the wood, got more wood than Genesis
Well nigga, well that don't make me no difference
(It don't make me no motherfuckin' different)
Change my damn mind a whole lot
Nigga got 'fro on locks Prolly get locks, wanna chop
Prolly let him live, prolly not
Close range aim, take a shot
Kush stank, hunnid socks
Smoke me a blunt and forget
I fucked your old lady
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
She already decided, nigga
Smi-ooh, Smi-ooh
Smi-ooh, Smi-ooh, ooh
