Dizzee Rascal - Jezebel Lyrics
Yo, look, look, lookThey call her Jezebelyou might find her in your neigbourhoodAlways in some shitUp to no goodConstant boasting braging to her friendsJuiced every boy in the endsGettin' outta schoolShe would turant every dayAlways on the linkDifferent boy every dayMissed mathematics she was doing acrobaticsBut not gym classShe was gettin' doggy fastYo, they call her JezebelFriends call her sket behind her backShe never knew the clockShe was born of trackTight top short skirt thinks she's to niceHates love but she's been deep in twicePass with, whoe can't keep her legs closedAlways on the creepNow she's in too deepNow she face's neglect, abuse and rapeMan said that he'd kill herIf she try to ascape[Chorus]Whats your name?I've seen you aboutI think your tromp (Boom ting)I really hope your not a grimI really hope your not a jezzy, jezzyWhere you from?Hot stuff (Buff ting)I really hope your not a grimI really hope your not a jezzy, jezzyI've seen you aroundI think your tromp (Boom ting)I really hope your not a grimI really hope your not a jezzy, jezzyWhere you from?Hot stuff (Boom ting)I really hope your not grimI really hope your not a JezebelYou might find her at a house raveFor the fith timeShe's gettin' whind from behindHad a bit of drinkSo she's acting kinda slowShe came with NatashaBut she's leavin with JoeRicky loves jezzy but jezzy loves blingRicky means well but Ricky aint got a thingJoe's got a nameAnd jezzy loves fameShe wants a man to showSo it's all about JoeThey call her JezebelOn her way to get wocked outGet batteryAnd get kicked outJezzy werent expecting more then fourWhat could she sayShe just did it anywayMessed up caught a kinda STDGonorrhoea, Herpes, no VDLeft bitter, left angry, left vexBut still loves sexPassed it on to the next[Chorus]Pretty maAint got a brainGot no shameGot juiced on the trainWent from daddy's little girlTo daddy's heart attackHouse reck a sideShe could never go backRaised in the churchNot knowing anythingLearned about boysRuined every thingAged 16She was never full grownShe was in a familyNow she's got one of her ownTwo kidsEven worseTwo little girlsTwo more of herThats two JezebelsTwo fatherless kidsOne single mumNo longer youngBut the boys still comeYo, wishin' she could take it back to the old schoolAnd make better choice'sOh what a foolBut all by her sideBut she wonder manOnly if she was six years youngerDamn
