Jane (7)

[Erick Sermon and >>Parrish Smith] Hanging out one Sunday night up at Grand Yes, me and my man >>Pee Plus some fam Walked in like we owned the joint, packin' the joints Sound bangin' 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 walkin' 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 thinkin' 'bout hittin' 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 sweatin' 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