Lyrics

[Verse 1:] 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 go to open bars, snatch tips and bail Like Jeanie's on a date with fuckin' Dave Chappelle, hell I've always been cool That's why I move With a small razor Taped to the roof by 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! [Hook:] 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 [Verse 2:] (This bitch spilled a drink on my clothes!) See, that's why I told you not to fuck with hoes (oh) 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 No sleep 'til I reach MTV or bust That's why you need me Please believe me God, Greasy could have gone the hoe's route 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 [Hook 2:] 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 [Verse 3:] 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, the 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, calm Boost, with a steady arm That's why Jean be out, quick, I get it? Gone