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Girl call Latisha, your beautician
Cause your hair is goin' need fixin' yeahh
Call Latisha, your beautician yeah
Uh uh uh yeah

She got protection in
Girl call Atisha, your beautician 
Cause your hair is gon need fixin' yeah 
Call atisha, your beautician yeah 
Uh uh uh yeah 

She got
hair up and tomorrow give you something for your beautician
See tonight is gon' get crazy 'cause that Henny I've been sipping
And you dance up in
a part time beautician
A Wanna be musician
I was born with it in my blood
I'm a mover and a shaker
A request taker
And the president of my own fan
Well it's the rap beautician
The facts you listen
I blast through rhythms like hash through your system
True in love and wisdom
Well off
a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh

The Jean Genie lives on his back
a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh

The Jean Genie lives on his back
a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh

The Jean Genie lives on his back
I met a fine beautician
In a very fine condition
She was long and lean
And you know what that means

She's a good lovin' mama
A hard workin' woman
a beautician and sells you nutrition
Keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greene
Hoo, ooo, ooo

Jean Genie lives on his back
Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel
I had a blues man in back, and a beautician at the wheel
We going downtown in the middle
a beautician and sells you nutrition
Keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greene
Hoo, ooo, ooo

Jean Genie lives on his back
smiles like a reptile
She love him, she love him but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand
He says he's a beautician
a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh

The Jean Genie lives on his back
Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel
I had a blues man in back, and a beautician at the wheel
We going downtown in the middle
Paid my dues and tuition, it's good for your nutrition
Good head like a beautician, got me twitchin', finish your mission
Finish your mission, you make
Ferguson I'ma riot
My life cannot be compared to anybody
And trappers, and rappers
Any politicians, beauticians, a musician
Anybody, so I'm anybodies
Many
down Ferguson I'ma riot
My life cannot be compared to anybpdy
And trapster, and rappers
Any politicians, beauticians, a musician
Anybody, so I'm
Ferguson I'ma riot
My life cannot be compared to anybody
And trappers, and rappers
Any politicians, beauticians, a musician
Anybody, so I'm anybodies
Many
words are medicine
When I'm black and blue, I'm broken and bruised,
I hear your voice again
Words are medicine

The beautician, the mortician,
The blinded
Well, I was rollin' down the road
In some cold blue steel
I had a blues man in back
And a beautician at the wheel

We going downtown
In the middle
a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh

The Jean Genie lives on his back
your girl don't like us? You'z a joke like Steve Martin
I've been pardoned for sayin' Lunatics no competition
I lay tracks like a beautician while your
she loves him but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand
He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition

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