作词 : Dylan Mills

作曲 : Dylan Mills

Yo, look, look, look

They call her Jezebel, you might find her in your neighbourhood

Always in some shit, up to no good

Constant boasting, bragging to her friends

Juiced every boy in the ends

Missed mathematics, she was doing acrobatics

But not gym class, she was getting doggy fast

Yo, they call her Jezebel, friends call her sket behind her back

She never knew the plot, she was born off track

Tight top, short skirt, thinks she's too nice

Hates love, but she's been deep in twice

Pars with hoes, she can't keep her legs closed

Always on the creep, now she's in too deep

Now she faces neglect, abuse and rape

Man said that he'd kill her if she tried to escape

[Chorus]

Whats your name? I've seen you about

I think you're choong, boom ting

(I really hope you're not a grim

I really hope you're not a jezzy, jezzy)

Where you from, hot stuff? Buff ting

I really hope you're not a jezzy, jezzy)

I've seen you about

I think you're tromp, boom ting

(I really hope you're not a grim

I really hope you're not a jezzy, jezzy)

I really hope you're not a Jezebel)

[Verse 2]

You might find her at a house rave

For the fifth time, she's getting wined from behind

Had a bit to drink so she's acting kinda slow

She came with Natasha but she's leaving with Joe

Ricky loves Jezzy but Jezzy loves bling

Ricky means well but Ricky ain't got a thing

Joe's got a name and Jezzy loves fame

She wants a man to show so it's all about Joe

They call her Jezebel, on her way to get wocked out

Get batteried and get kicked out

Jezzy weren't expecting more then four

But what could she say? She just did it anyway

Messed up, caught a kind of STD

Gonorrhoea, Herpes, no, VD

Left bitter, left angry, left vexed

But still loved sex, passed it on to the next

[Chorus]

Whats your name? I've seen you about

I think you're choong, boom ting

(I really hope you're not a grim

I really hope you're not a jezzy, jezzy)

Where you from, hot stuff? Buff ting

(I really hope you're not a grim

I really hope you're not a jezzy, jezzy)

I've seen you about

I think you're tromp, boom ting

(I really hope you're not a grim

I really hope you're not a jezzy, jezzy)

(I really hope you're not grim

I really hope you're not a Jezebel)

[Verse 3]

Pretty but ain't got a brain

Got no shame, got juiced on the train

House wreck aside, she could never go back

Raised in the church not knowing anything

Then learned about boys and ruined everything

Age sixteen, she was never full grown

She was in a family, now she's got one of her own

Two kids, even worse, two little girls

Two more of her, that's two Jezebels

Two fatherless kids, one single mum

No longer young, but the boys still come

Yo, wishin' she could take it back to the old school

And make better choices, oh, what a fool

Bottle by her side, she wonder, man

If only she was six years younger, d