Jazzy Belle - Intellectual

[Intro: André 3000]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: André 3000]

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've seen thangs

Like Kilroy, "Chill, boy, 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 it's 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 mommas of our chill'en

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

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

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 a week

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

They're 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 Southernplayalistic game

You was the only one to blame, my nigga don't even know yo' name

It's a shame, you cracking 'em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up (Damn)

I'm leaving these crows to be

The flowers and wake don't get me

See, I gotta be feeding my daughter (Right)

Teach her to be that Natural Woman

'Cause you'll be Waiting to Exhale, while you other hoes be Dumb And Dumber

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

[Verse 3: André 3000]

One, two, yes, un-kay

Check this out right here, now

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 'n Bits – I want to hurl

'Cause most of the girls that we was liking in high school, now they dyking

(Ha-ha-ha-ha)

Nasty bitch, sweet lord

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some

Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb

Deaf and fine, they be asking me all about mine

"How she do?" and "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

[Outro: Khujo Goodie sample]

"Tricks hollin' they got rank"