Oye Oye

[Intro] J to the A to the N to the E, yo, P J to the A to the N to the E, yo, P J— J to the A to the N to the E, yo, P J— J— J to the A to the N to the E, yo, P [Verse 1: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon] One 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 smittys on his tool Anyway, Jay portrayed to be like hard 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 ADT, 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 goddamn 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, disgusted, I said, "What's goin on?" I seen a douche bag, and Safety maxipad tampons Left the bathroom, went back where I was Tapped Jay on the shoulder and said, "Yo, cuz" I thought you lived alone, I do, 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?" Shit'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 ass, I better think fast real quick I got a flashback from a Bruce Lee flick Got in my stance, don't lie, '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 Ah shit, kicked him in the nuts, That's all she wrote It was like Rapunzel, Rapunzel? Down came his hair Titties popped out and there was ass everywhere Jay a transvestite? Not quite, P More like a (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 ass, and I fucked her [Outro: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon] Peace, I'm Audi 5000 Audi 5000 Ah shit I want that real shit, you know what I'm saying? Jane? Hair cut, hair cut like Anita Baker? (The whole shit) Yo E, the whole shit, you know what I'm saying? I don't even care, man I ran right up in her like Bruce Jenner, but better Right in there, man, I didn't even care, are you crazy? Yo Don't tell me it was Jane you was juicin' Shit Kick it, E