as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls
her, I don't judge her, but I could never love her 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and since she'll have met another That's why me and Lil' Jazz 'bout
Criticize that, why is that? 'Cuz Nas' rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz
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
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop 1, 2, y'all and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop 1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop I met this girl
"that's my car" Back in the days, I never thought i'd make it this far Back in the day, used to play "catch a girl, get a girl" nowadays, niggaz let a girl
know, let me know, girl We can get together, we can do whatever But you can't get no dough It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3
way? So he has learnt all of the lines now And every time, he don't stutter when he talks It's true! It's true! He sure is aquired a cool and inspired sorta jazz
?em Excursion flights with Bill Clinton Takin? fine girls out to Washington to get they extensions Usin? my TV phone, I see girls in they thongs Fantasizin
Kool keith in bronx housing Ninety-nine, 2000 As we get biz, yeah I'ma let you have it Let's do this Yo, my life is clientele, while pro people talk
all your options Made your mind up with no doubt about it If not, we oughta talk about it But stick with it, don't let dem sick bitches, talk you out
gotta bunch of foes (Ya) Good nigga, hood nigga Walk and talk real slow Outside fat black, but the inside glow Shorty don't choose She the one gon' lose Good girls
, you, a high heeled girl And we talk just like jazz Like a song from the edge And we move like a piece of the Times For you, you, you, a high heeled girl
nasty, plus you got a big old ass That pop like a gun, go 'blast, blast' And you think your girl was fucked Always talkin all that jazz So don't fuck
a ballerina A girl called Johnny Who changed her name when she Discovered her choice was To change or to be changed I remember a girl called Johnny
talkin bout swing down sweet chariot let me ride hop into my passenger side. As I slide through on foes you know that the baddest women wanna get chose Talking
U should do that, girl U should do that, baby U should do that, girl When I suck U there, I don't wanna hear U scream Don't talk or breathe, don
sweetheart Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey What you want me to put on the bag? Daddy's little girl, that's right Know what I'm talking
