Jazzy Hoes
Jermaine Dupri Song Lyrics

Feat. Eightball, Mr. Black, Too  and Young Bloodz(Too Short talking)Chorus:All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his doughSho nuff a sight, anything ya likeYou know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?(Too Short)Little fast bitch, actin' sarcasticNeed to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quickShe be my last pick, I got a real hoeTake yo' ass back to class and buy a dildoDon't let the freak in you  keep you up all nightGettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your lifeBefore a real nigga ever kick a hoe downShe gotta understand what I know nowAin't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitchCome around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitchI travel throughout the yearI keep a woman with a house and her own careerSo when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?)Too Short baby, don't need to trickI give her what she want cause I'm a real playerPlatinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later(Chorus 2x)(Young Bloodz)See I ilke them crazy hoeThem straight, get down and pay me hoeI wouldn't mind no jazzy hoeMake my creep fall right out my clothesOn the blow, can't let no hoe see my flowTight 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 hoeStraight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoeWho think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breathTo let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'selfFor as I cut one but two down the lineBut could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' cliqueTo get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick(Mr. Black)Quote for quote, who tote like thisHit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shitSnatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeedI mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweedTil I proceed, damn right, the spot's tightNothing but dimes in sight, so just mightBag these bitches like groceriesPlayer to player, you can't get close to meNow who you 'posed to be?Pullin' toast on the  S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' flyAnd 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 goldsI pimp tight without the kangol, niggas knowI slang flow, east to westAvailable at anytime to put the pussy to the test(Chorus 2x)(Eightball)Lay it down, lay it downYou hoes lay it downWhen the real motherfuckin' player come aroundShy, not I, some times I choose not to speakSurrounded by my real niggas drinkin' HennesseeOr Remy or Red Passion with champagneChiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, manTrick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?I got star hoes pickin' me up in TahoesFuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoesMickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothesI give those only funky weave wearin' bitchesAll made up, gettin' at a  niggas richesI like women with they head on straightPull your own weight and you can fuck wit' EightNigga think he a player with them old GirbaudsGettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoesChorus:(Too Short talking in background)