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I feel compelled to return with a bang. So DJ, wherever you are, kick it.
Uh. Uh. Yeah. Word up to the west siiide!
Guess who's back from the six week spot? Jesse B, givin' LJ one more shot. Now before you start speakin', hold your playa-hatin'. Should I stay or should I go? Yeah, I was debatin'. But then Ashlee Simpson just came 'n showed up, she was like "Jesse B, yo what's the hold up?" I didn't front, I just kept it kinda chill. And out of nowhere, got some nudgin' from Ventimigl'. Now what can I say, that's one dude who's fly: he both pimpin' in the wardrobe, and go up in the sky. So I hooked the PC and then I logged on, but after checkin' out what's new at Porno.com.
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Have y'all hurrd, 'bout Jesse Brad-furrd?
JB:
Tell 'em, Mama.
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Li'l Mama's scurrd, of Jesse Brad-furrd.
JB:
I'll tell you where I been, where I recently rolled. I'd busted through the borders, went to Toronto. Canada's punk and gangsta too! Now I'm Complicated. Ironic. An Informer, foo'! I show up on the set, like everyday. 'Cause unlike Paris Hilton, I gotsta work to get paid. I shooted up a horror, like I did in '99. I'm talkin' 'bout Fast Times at Rancho Carne High! So now I'm back and large-livin' NYC once more. But when you're used to Canada, New York's... hardcore. I don't go around town lookin' for bitches and hoes. Instead I'm in Chinatown buying dried mangoes. Now my day is startin' so I'mma finish this song. So I can have a ball, like I was Lance Armstrong. I'll end the verse, so Li'l Mama run amok. I can hear y'all thinking, "Yo Jesse, wat the trouse?"
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Have y'all hurrd, 'bout Jesse Brad-furrd?
JB:
Y'all don't know. Y'all don't know. Except...
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Y'all don't know, unless you Shurrl Crow.
PEACE.
Uh. Uh. Yeah. Word up to the west siiide!
Guess who's back from the six week spot? Jesse B, givin' LJ one more shot. Now before you start speakin', hold your playa-hatin'. Should I stay or should I go? Yeah, I was debatin'. But then Ashlee Simpson just came 'n showed up, she was like "Jesse B, yo what's the hold up?" I didn't front, I just kept it kinda chill. And out of nowhere, got some nudgin' from Ventimigl'. Now what can I say, that's one dude who's fly: he both pimpin' in the wardrobe, and go up in the sky. So I hooked the PC and then I logged on, but after checkin' out what's new at Porno.com.
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Have y'all hurrd, 'bout Jesse Brad-furrd?
JB:
Tell 'em, Mama.
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Li'l Mama's scurrd, of Jesse Brad-furrd.
JB:
I'll tell you where I been, where I recently rolled. I'd busted through the borders, went to Toronto. Canada's punk and gangsta too! Now I'm Complicated. Ironic. An Informer, foo'! I show up on the set, like everyday. 'Cause unlike Paris Hilton, I gotsta work to get paid. I shooted up a horror, like I did in '99. I'm talkin' 'bout Fast Times at Rancho Carne High! So now I'm back and large-livin' NYC once more. But when you're used to Canada, New York's... hardcore. I don't go around town lookin' for bitches and hoes. Instead I'm in Chinatown buying dried mangoes. Now my day is startin' so I'mma finish this song. So I can have a ball, like I was Lance Armstrong. I'll end the verse, so Li'l Mama run amok. I can hear y'all thinking, "Yo Jesse, wat the trouse?"
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Have y'all hurrd, 'bout Jesse Brad-furrd?
JB:
Y'all don't know. Y'all don't know. Except...
Li'l Mama:
Uh huh. Yeah. Y'all don't know, unless you Shurrl Crow.
PEACE.