you wan some jazz, me will give you The old folks love to hear They love to hear the rub a dub style playin' on the hear They love to hear the rub a
jazz is to me As Einstein said about his theory I love it, I love it, I love jazz It's in your heart It's in your soul It's in your mind The color
I'm pac Gold hair and bow (ahhh) Lambo, Ralph sag Poppin purple tags Show my face for cash I'm a need a mask For the love of money, I'll never love again
, well, then I might I know that you just might be in the mood-a To want to shoot a spark into the dark but this is just a start I'll keep holdin' on
My heart is pumpin' but still runnin' in place No matter how hard I try to get your touch When you're away to love a girl is too much But every time
you want to keep? Do you think of me like fat Irresistible as cream? On your lips, on your hips Like chocolate or like a dream Ohh, to be the moon A
begin to rollin papers Then I roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattie Feelin like a hood with a beanie in a caddy I love my herb, I love my money, cause
Somebody not afraid To go some for my Escalade [Lil Wayne] I'm just pimping Baby you got a rule for me Put your mink on and slide in a cool for
Somebody not afraid To go some for my Escalade [Lil'Wayne] I'm just pimping Baby you got a rule for me Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me Hey
growed up 'Cause we ain't the same color when police show up My culture's not a trend being Black is not in But for you it's just a phase you're gonna
love on over 'cross the tracks And she began, her man a wailin' sax I must admit they had a rockin' band Man they were blowin' like a hurricane That's why I go for
you may still be here tomorrow Some said she was saintly, to some she was a swinger Me, I only knew here as an acid jazz singer, come on Well, I'm a
's a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with family members We gotta always look out for baby
Jazze: Ain't that them stop and goes? Mannie: Yeah that's them spinnin' rims Jazze: And what them thangs they cost? Mannie: I think they 'bout a house Jazze
to stare it down You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first Baby, you'se a starter, where you throw that skirt Lady, you'se a starter, where ya hold it down
a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way And he loved to steal your money So we came to jazz it up We never loved a shovel
I'm in love for the first time I'm in love with your mom Got a lump in the pants for her I am the Son of Vom Making out Shacking up your Jazz is really
for days Pulls the shades and locks himself in the house Sits in his room with his hand on his mouse His phone's been busy now for over a week So I dropped