Jay Sean Jay Sean Me myself And there no chorus So listen
Oh, girl, you look so With moonlight shining on you I wanna you I wanna you and squeeze you And love you all long, oh, baby girl
Yo I've heard it before, so save all the I can't believe there's no talent around these days Jay with the same old shit Talking about baby girl that and baby girl
I seen you dancing around the girl in your vid Pouting at the camera, with the cheesiest grin What the Whatever happened to keeping it real? Back in the day when you was rapping, before the of your deal
And now you got signed, well, all clear and it's simple You're only making music you pretend that you're into Come on dance with you was never a hit And what the hell is taking you so with your next single? (Fix up)
Fix up? been about six months And are everywhere Even your own fans your shit sucks (I don't Jay Sean) And I know you to ignore it It's gotta hurt when you're getting dissed on your own forum
Yeah, done my research back when you started for when people thought you was the genuine article Genuine my ass, you're a wack imitation The only thing different about you is the fact you're Asian
Well, I guess it helped a bit The fact that everything has an Asian twist music, I guess we're calling it I'm surprised that Simon Cowell thought of it
And there's that I find myself being faced with Being pigeon and accused of imitating It's a struggle and so frustrating Telling me I'm be the Asian Craig David
And I bet that had you in tears that the reason you ended up shaving your beard? I guess you couldn't take the way people mock that So it was off with the jaw line and goodbye to the hat
But you a bit of style with the fastest singing On two of 'Dance with you' Now you wonder why they slander you
Well, you say you done research, baby You didn't look hard enough, it needs If you think that I'm copying to my 1994 demo tape I was fast and singing back in the day Back in the fush niggas and Big L
Whatever, it you sold your soul to the game You're a fake 'cause Jay Sean ain't even name So how'd you up with that? It ain't unique after all What are you? Like a cross between Jay-Z and Paul?
You're better off the name you was born You little pansy you should have been called gay porn So which one's lover? Rishi Rich or Juggy D? Rishi, he sees you as his bitch, doesn't he?
Wasn't he the one for launching your career? Like a while ago, I'm talking well over a year You studying medicine then, but you quit that now To do music, how the hell did you to flip that 'round?
And how'd you tell your You know how shit sounds "Mummy Daddy, I to be a pop star" "Sit down"
But never the less, I quit, went ahead and Had my eyes on my goal and wouldn't for less What do you
You only got you are 'cause of a gimmick The whole Indian thing was big and you were in it And don't be upset if don't come to your shows They're not out 'cause half of your fans are eleven year olds (Jay Sean)
Wow, big deal you got to 12 I'm not surprised If your mum brought half of the herself You know I'm tired man, I'm sick, I'm bored of you Run off, you little puppet, I Rishi Rich calling you
I guess you talk the talk but you rapping for years And it was me who got your in the door It seems your ego has been suffering blows 'Cause you only get heard when you guest appear on my
I'm not phased, if it for me You wouldn't be on this in the first place