They Ain't JE (Remix)

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 5.8.1 She said he kinda weak see He ain't provinding He ain't like ya'll niggas Nah, he don't be riding He ain't me, he ain't JE 1 - Might be hard to see it, the way that he disguise it But he ain't no fool, he ain't no rider He might be cool but her ain't me He just ain't me, know what I mean Might be hard to see the way that he disguise it But he ain't that real, he ain't no rider He might be cool but he ain't me They ain't JE [Street Katz] You're attention please Now will the real JE please stand up, put your hands up Put away these clothes and do rags and bandanas Drop the hot shit in the club and watch them go bananas They may be making ballads, got them soakin' in they pampers Rough around the edges like a thug with good manners Ain't no need in you comparing us We like night and day, he's wrong for you I'm the right of way, and I ain't hatin' I'm just tryna say [JE] See I got this girl, got this problem with her see She got a man she be tryna do all she can ya'll The problem is he don't understand her She let him know But he won't let her go and he won't let her stay But he don't have no say That'll drive a man insane, now Happened once to me so I'll say now Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go Repeat 1 See we from ATL Decatur's where we dwell We represent it well It might be hard to tell by the singing Can you ignore the pain I be bringing If you test me Got no time for games I got no time for lames Believe this down with me And we gon' act a fool if you test me Don't make me have to bring it directly to you Repeat 1 [Big Duke] They caught me pretty pimpin' We drive the Cutless Chevelle, the Cadillac dippin' About to whip at the club, the wheels keep spinnin' I'm Westside forever, but Eastside livin' With these fly niggas, JE's my niggas We post it up in the back with magic, with five bitches We on the sack of that killa', Cali with five Remy's You can't beat me no matter how hard you try, nigga I'm a PI nigga, until I die nigga [Street Katz] Make us still wonder what's the difference between us and them Them sucka's powder pimpin' while we more like feel mo' slim And you may catch me every now and then in 'gaters and brims But mostly like the Rotley do rag, shell toes, and Timbs Mama stop dealin' with them fakers and jokers and perpetrators Who wants 'em like the cake and we shake and bake 'em and brake 'em They start to violate and we freeze 'em just like a Steak 'Em We got the gift of gab cuz I sho' knows how make 'em Repeat 1 So fix your face and stay in your place and I got folks in here they in the place Don't be mistaken, we down like a basement We been here for years, this just a taste test And you can't be mad at me cuz I'm so so fly And your girl chose me It even happned once to me Find your girl move on, and you gotta move on Repeat 1