Jane

(アルバム： We Mean Business - 2008)

Hanging out one Sunday night up at Grand
Yes, me and my man (Pee)
Plus some fam
Walked in like we owned the joint, packing the joints
Sound banging
It's Green, DJ on point
Straight to the V.I.P
Yo, Pee
Yo E, what you thinkin'?
Hennessey, what you drinkin'? Goose
We can ball like people with bitches do
Like, I don't like Champagne, but bitches do
Ten minutes later: females walking up
To the Velvet Rope
(Let me clear my throat!)
Six come in, one in particular
Had a devilish grin
Shorty what's your name? (Jane)
But she's bad as hell, smell ridiculous
Back of my mind, I'm thinking 'bout hitting this
Yo, haircut like Keyshia Cole
Body like a stripper she belonged on a pole
She sat down right between P and I, like "Hi..."
Real moist: I know that voice
P tell me... Oh know it couldn't be...
The J to the A to the N to the E
Open your cell phone up so I can see
Yup that's she
Up in N.Y.C
[?] I head toward the bathroom
Yo E, you sweating
Good.. always one in the class room
A gold digger, she treats niggas like fast food
A Wu-Tang chick, she knows that Cash Rules
Play me? I'm a G
A pimp like Bishop "Don" Juan
Jump king[?], The Fonz
PMD, that's that bullshit I'm on
Never get played
No arcade, no games
No dame, P learned his lesson from Jane
What you see is what you get
That's why I stay in my lane
Cause the box will have you hemmed up, going insane
On some kiss-kiss shit, like Chris and T-Pain
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
Beware, from the J-to-the-A, she's a ho