die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and
on? Drizzy back up in this thing I'm ready, what's happening? Gone for surgery, but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win World
Well, now, don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Like numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because were so
No sunshine, but no complainin' 'cause we seein' the world (fly with me) Picadilly Square...to Camden Jazz cafe...walk right in Catch a free show, 'fore we see the world
see what I see.. [Yo Gotti] M-E-M-P-H-I-S 3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7 shady vista, segshaw lane my ghetto game, where it all started for gotti little summin', running around
the Planets made jam Wallowed through a gang a murk in the interim I couple time we got jerked but still invented them Wicked little kinky joints that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz
'89 Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89 Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89 You'll see tourists and you'll meet people from all around the world
checking the concept Cutting up a storm that's why the crowd is all wet Other dj's standing around jeff Trying not to give up props to the worlds best
m in my room I pump the volume And play it so loud you can hear it on the moon See, my sound system is world renowned Until the cops come around, then
these bitches ooouuuttt [MJG] I'm about to turn you inside out I'm about to look into your heart, through your mouth with my dick-o-scope Been around the world
a small whore And that shit ain't fly So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate drive-by And when you hear this shit It make the world say "Damn, I wanna
eyes too (dunno why) They tell me I am outta my mind (crazy in love) 'cause' they aint know what I'm going through. -Interlude- My world spins around
my physical form. Since they were born. I was singing with tears in my eyes. Since I perform. For the whole world. Until I die like Confuscious. Tell the world
, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 mic check (Jazze, fezzay, leezay) 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 (Swiss beats) To my supa fly girls, all around the world Shake
jazz and blood Sweet home Alabama Play that dead man's song Turn those speakers up full blast Play it all night long And I've been around the world
falling from the cherry trees That's what jazz is to me High buildings with crippled backs Circle around my dreams I clutch at the greasy tails of my
and porkpie hat I'd hit every jazz joint on Bourbon And I'd hit everyone on Basin after that The years kept passing as they passed me around From one
