The Band - Jean Grae

Ya big dummies, yeah

Jean rock a little girlie shit

That’s why my nigga Tech be callin me the greasy pimp

That’s why we gotta open bars, snatch tips and bail

Like Jeanie’s on a date with fuckin' Dave Chappelle, hell

I always been cool

That’s why I move

With a small razor

Taped to the back of the front tooth

That’s why I dance hard

Jean, doing the running man in the middle of the dance floor

Game’s so cunning

And that’s why I’m so cool with restroom attendants

On request, they’ll lock you in and hot jock your pendants

Knock, knock, 'til you’re blue, like the Titanic necklace

Meanwhile, I’m outside tagging names on your Benzes

Then everybody but my peoples starts to file in

And that’s when niggas get tired and start wildin'

And then the cops come through and shut the club down

And that’s when I turn around and blame it on you, ow!

That’s why

You could never fuck with Jean

That’s why

Y’all ain’t nothin' to me

That’s why

I don’t give a damn about a team, nigga

I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down

(This bitch spilled a drink on my clothes!)

See, that’s why I told you not to fuck with hoes!

That’s why I keep my business clean

I done dirt, trust, flirted with the burden of retarded things

That’s why the weed only contacts like osmosis

And if I smoke I’ll only do it in small doses

Prognosis

She’s iller than these niggas the streets feel her

And so I keep a distance between me and the heat spillers

That’s why there’s no beef, only buzz

Won’t stop 'til I reach MTV or bust

That’s why you need me

Please believe me

God, Greasy could have gone these other hoes' routs too easy

That’s why you should’ve known I was approaching fast

That’s why I see you in the road and step on the gas

Hard like NASCAR, speed, and toss your weave back

And keep gunnin' 'til the fender dents your knees back

That’s why

You could never fuck with Jean

That’s why

Y’all ain’t nothin' to me

That’s why

I don’t give a damn about a team, nigga

I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down

That’s why

You could never fuck with Jean

That’s why

Y’all ain’t nothin' to me

That’s why

I don’t give a damn about a team, nigga

I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down

Alright, Jean is chillin'

All of y’all, chillin'

What more can I say?

Stop grillin' me nigga!

I get a drink and fill it with Stoli Vanilla

And paint thinner

And send it to your table with dinner

And that’s why you should never cross me

Mark the back of your leather with yellow Xs so the target is clearer

That’s why Jean snuck a fuckin' sword in the club

Start carving you up

And not miss a step, thank you

Compliments of the Grae Miss, her statements

Are blatant but I love her, God, I hate her placement

Hatred

That’s why I’m on the motherfuckin' A-list

Make you lose faith

Like Biggie or a hundred atheists

Seek refuge, move like a bunch of Haitians

See, that’s why I don’t be coming out I lose my patience

Too cool and collected

Come boost, with a steady arm

See that’s why Jean be out, quick, I get it?

Gone