"Billie Jean (Safe Sex)" lyrics
Yo yo yo, I'm 'bout to tell you 'bout the time
I ran into Billie Jean
Shorty that Michael Jackson sung about on his joint
Yo she was a crazy freak
She use to be buggin' out and all that yaknamean
I'm about to drop it on you
And this story is a hundred percent true
Word to Bill Clinton's
Mother
Sexy and brown (damn!)
I met her downtown
I said hey lady (hey!)
Your workin' body drives the average nigga crazy
I'm Jeru love she said her name was Billie
I continued keep your minds intact girl you could have my baby
She could've played me
But smiled and replied behave G
I like your style knotty so maybe you can get to know me
And this, not mack son, it's physical attraction
I know you have a woman
My man's Michael Jackson (yo, my man's Michael)
I think she's gassin' she can tell by my reaction
A few seconds passed we both bust out laughin'
Not sayin' I'm all of that or a P-I-M-P
Still spit that magnetic, G, that had her clingin' to me (one!)
Regularly, and I won't speak on what this dip would do
But what I'll say she was my freak for about a week or two
And if I, tell you the rest you won't believe it
It involves Michael Jackson
Babies and shit
But first
Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed it for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Straight up, Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed her for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
This honey was freaky
I did sexual favors for her
Bent willie in her girlfriends Mona Lisa, Roxanne, and Latoya
Straight like that but probably not in that order
On planes, trains, automobiles and even underwater
On a mission in any position that you ever thought of
And think I'm bullshittin I got it all on camcorder
One time handled mine worked the spines of them dimes
They like, all passed out so it's time to recline ya know?
Go in my jeans I get the dark cocoa, old school style
Split the El producto
Hearin' noise in the back, by the kitchen so (what's that?)
I creep and investigate like 5-0 (yo!)
You couldn't fathom, what happened next yo
Michael Jackson comes crashin' through the window
Rantin' and ravin' like you dirty so and so
I'm like Mike, that's a hoe baby you know how that go
I spoke mad clear but he wasn't hearin' me though
He start kickin' and punchin' like he knew taekwondo
He threw a blow, so I got real low
I got my draws and my socks headed for the front do'
Stepped outside stopped short oh no!
Went back in dropped the El producto
Put fire to it and continued to flow
And I ain't seen Billie after that no more
Hey yo
Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed it for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Straight up, Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed her for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Like I said after that I ain't see her no more
10 months down the line I bump into her on tour
She said the hat must of snapped when you got my draws
'Cause I got a little son and guess what duke he's yours
I paused then was like aight let me see him
Shorty had one white glove talkin' 'bout heeeheeeheee
You ain't call me through the whole pregnancy
We need a DNA test to determine paternity
Billie start flippin' talkin' 'bout you ain't gonna marry me
I said 'Ru's not the one that gets burnt that easy baby baby
Billie Jean, you was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed it for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Straight up, Billie Jean, you was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed her for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
So bounce baby
Straight up
It's not me
I'm not the one
Go get somebody else
You know what I mean
It's just not happenin'
I'm bouncin' peace
It was fun while it lasted
Aight tell your girlfriends I said wassup
(Blows a kiss) I'm out
I ran into Billie Jean
Shorty that Michael Jackson sung about on his joint
Yo she was a crazy freak
She use to be buggin' out and all that yaknamean
I'm about to drop it on you
And this story is a hundred percent true
Word to Bill Clinton's
Mother
Sexy and brown (damn!)
I met her downtown
I said hey lady (hey!)
Your workin' body drives the average nigga crazy
I'm Jeru love she said her name was Billie
I continued keep your minds intact girl you could have my baby
She could've played me
But smiled and replied behave G
I like your style knotty so maybe you can get to know me
And this, not mack son, it's physical attraction
I know you have a woman
My man's Michael Jackson (yo, my man's Michael)
I think she's gassin' she can tell by my reaction
A few seconds passed we both bust out laughin'
Not sayin' I'm all of that or a P-I-M-P
Still spit that magnetic, G, that had her clingin' to me (one!)
Regularly, and I won't speak on what this dip would do
But what I'll say she was my freak for about a week or two
And if I, tell you the rest you won't believe it
It involves Michael Jackson
Babies and shit
But first
Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed it for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Straight up, Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed her for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
This honey was freaky
I did sexual favors for her
Bent willie in her girlfriends Mona Lisa, Roxanne, and Latoya
Straight like that but probably not in that order
On planes, trains, automobiles and even underwater
On a mission in any position that you ever thought of
And think I'm bullshittin I got it all on camcorder
One time handled mine worked the spines of them dimes
They like, all passed out so it's time to recline ya know?
Go in my jeans I get the dark cocoa, old school style
Split the El producto
Hearin' noise in the back, by the kitchen so (what's that?)
I creep and investigate like 5-0 (yo!)
You couldn't fathom, what happened next yo
Michael Jackson comes crashin' through the window
Rantin' and ravin' like you dirty so and so
I'm like Mike, that's a hoe baby you know how that go
I spoke mad clear but he wasn't hearin' me though
He start kickin' and punchin' like he knew taekwondo
He threw a blow, so I got real low
I got my draws and my socks headed for the front do'
Stepped outside stopped short oh no!
Went back in dropped the El producto
Put fire to it and continued to flow
And I ain't seen Billie after that no more
Hey yo
Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed it for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Straight up, Billie Jean, she was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed her for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Like I said after that I ain't see her no more
10 months down the line I bump into her on tour
She said the hat must of snapped when you got my draws
'Cause I got a little son and guess what duke he's yours
I paused then was like aight let me see him
Shorty had one white glove talkin' 'bout heeeheeeheee
You ain't call me through the whole pregnancy
We need a DNA test to determine paternity
Billie start flippin' talkin' 'bout you ain't gonna marry me
I said 'Ru's not the one that gets burnt that easy baby baby
Billie Jean, you was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed it for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
Straight up, Billie Jean, you was my part time lover
I used a rubber
So blame it on some other muthafucka
Unlike Mike, I'll admit I mashed her for fun
But shorty ain't my son, and I ain't the one
So bounce baby
Straight up
It's not me
I'm not the one
Go get somebody else
You know what I mean
It's just not happenin'
I'm bouncin' peace
It was fun while it lasted
Aight tell your girlfriends I said wassup
(Blows a kiss) I'm out
