EPMD Jane 3 Lyrics
sponsored linksOne hot summer day back around the way
A new kid moved onto the block and his name was Jay
Jay was cool, he trucked jewels, packed a nine mil
Yeah, and kept his Smitty's on his tool
Anyway Jay portrayed to be like gard
So we took him in, and put him down with the Hit Squad
His house was phat, full court in the back
Jacuzzi in his bedroom, a welcome on the doormat
Plus AZT, full house alarm system
One rottweiler, one pitbull, no one could vic him
Something strange about the crib, I had to think
Why the whole god damn house was dressed in hot pink
Yo Jay, where's your bathroom, bust a move I gotta piss
Three doors on the left homeboy, ya can't miss
My head was busted
I said, "What's goin' on?"
I seen a douche bag, and Safety maxi-pad tampons
Left the bathroom, went back where I was
Tapped Jay on the shoulder and said,
"I thought you lived alone"
"Are you certain?
There's bras and leotards, hangin on the curtain
Yo Jay what's your problem, homeboy you look stunned
What are you doin? Put down that knife... where's my gun?"
****'s thick, I reached for my tool I wasn't strapped
Left the nine in the car, right next to the jim hat
It's my ***, I better think fast real quick
I got a flashback ah from a Bruce Lee flick
Got in my stance
Kay I broke for the door
Tripped on some bullshit in the living room floor
Jay rushed me, I grabbed him, scooped him up in the yoke
Kicked him in the nuts
That's ALL she wrote
It was like Rapunzel
Down came his hair
******* popped out
And there was *** everywhere
Jay a transvestite?
Not quite he was more like
J to the A to the N to the E
Yo P, don't tell me, you went out like a sucker
Chill, took off that mustache, grabbed that *** and I ****ed her
Peace, I'm Audi 5000 *laughing*
All of that real ****, you know what I'm saying?
Jane? Haircut, haircut like Anita Baker?
The whole ****. Yo E, the whole ****, you know what I'm saying?
Nah you can't man, I ran right up in her like Bruce Jenner
Right in there man, I didn't even care, are you crazy?
Was that holdin' me up?
Don't tell me it was Jane you were juicin'
****, kick it E!
Written by: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING