We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
a fire truck. So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that anime. Today i'm shittin on rappers so I call em Jazze Pha. I'm not a boy so I can not be
this money think i need some help, It's the franchise of zone 6 no jazze cheif i got drumma boy on the track so dont hold your breathe im so icy but my
what up Zoe? Weezy F baby and the F is for front do' 'Cause that's where I bring it, so if you bang it, motherfucker Yeah, girl, it's on You know what
on Christmas day) No greater gift is there than love What the world need is love Yes, the world needs your love Why don't you (Give love on Christmas day) Jazz
look so good, Your mind is not ready, Oh, no, no?. [Chorus] They got so much things to say right now They go so much things to say And if a bwouy don?t know what
night Till his papa's hair began to turn white His pa said, "Son, listen hear, I know You can stay but that guitar has just gotta go" So he pulled his
numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because were so versatile Style, profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Wu child From the Hudson
and run under condition one Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all For what? So your kids
for you, listen Last night we had an argument Afterwards, I'm feelin' pretty bent with Then I took a drink and I didn't think What was in store for me So
graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow them up Gave my man my right, I could have went left So like my girl Foxy, the kid went Def So
There's a destination, a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get
the night) But tonight's the night (Tonight's the night, tonight's the night) Me and you, me and you (Tonight's the night) Your understanding, is what
I told you he was So lemme close the door Don't be comin to this muthaf**ka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga
Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen This is a Jazze-phizzle produc-shizzle Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha Ho boy! Black, Black, give it to 'em, daddy Got
but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
not the minimum for the max Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so you can call me the Stiltest You're takin shorts like Arnold, so what chu talkin bout