DONT GOOGLE
It’s easy.
From the projects hustled all day
Niggas called her Sophie from around the way
Used to play hard to get, so they thought she was gay
Booshie b**** who ever thought she was raised in BK
Moved out the hood, changed her name to Jay
Told everybody she'll be working with a mill one day
I was introduced to her back in '96
She had a wavy haircut and some big-ass lips
At first, she was hard to hit
Come to find out the last ten years she been sucking Big d***
Got a family now, a house made of bricks
Four grown-ass kids and ain't none of them s***
She still my b**** so I stayed around
But she always tryna Dash when other Dame's around
She tryna play the Game, but I got the b**** number
She said she won't, but she'll be back next summer
Why you put dont google in bold and caps like im gnna be arrested if i google it
Who hates jay this much to write this
Guess this and you’ll find out who wrote it
Let me tell you a story 'bout this b**** I know
Grew up on the Southside, sucking d***s for dough
Give her a half a dollar, she'll put on a show
Do anything to be in a Dr. Dre video
The b**** went Hollywood, one trip to the West Coast
She got f***ed by this white b****, had her legs wide open
As long as my pockets were fat
I didn't give a f*** where the b**** was at
My pretty young thang, she keep my nuts drained
All the time she was plotting on my Aftermath chain
B**** couldn't stay in here lane
Started running with this ho from the South, gold grill in her mouth
She put her on the track, gave her, her first thong
Introduced her to her two girlfriends from back home
F***ed the industry, tryna take the fast route
Ran into a gangsta and he turned they ass out
Why you put dont google in bold and caps like im gnna be arrested if i google it
Don’t google tho
Guess this and you’ll find out who wrote it
Let me tell you a story 'bout this b**** I know
Grew up on the Southside, sucking d***s for dough
Give her a half a dollar, she'll put on a show
Do anything to be in a Dr. Dre video
The b**** went Hollywood, one trip to the West Coast
She got f***ed by this white b****, had her legs wide open
As long as my pockets were fat
I didn't give a f*** where the b**** was at
My pretty young thang, she keep my nuts drained
All the time she was plotting on my Aftermath chain
B**** couldn't stay in here lane
Started running with this ho from the South, gold grill in her mouth
She put her on the track, gave her, her first thong
Introduced her to her two girlfriends from back home
F***ed the industry, tryna take the fast route
Ran into a gangsta and he turned they ass out
Uhh Eminem?
Uhh Eminem?
She got f***ed by this white b****, had her legs wide open
That’s about Em lol
She got f***ed by this white b****, had her legs wide open
That’s about Em lol
Ohh half a dollar, 50 cent
who said "you 38 and you still rappin??"