Ladies and gentlemen Jazze Pha, Field Mob Ciara, Superstar DJ's Here we go They say he do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble and
ever wash away a lover's pain? Stop, you breathe you lie Loops got you lost I can't hear you Treason took a try Desperate drown in dirty things Juvenile jazz
stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder, damn But think about it then you'll understand I'm just an addict, addicted to music Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it Even if it's jazz
on, it's poppin, it's never called off Lay back in the club, white caddy like Boss Holmes (Watch ya' self) Don't step on my pole dawg Ya' fake, ya' flanged
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast Drinkin' on a fake I.D Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana But only jazz musicians were
confused here's the news These grooves is better than your blue suede shoes Some G's are fake and some will make moves I prove jazz gone up another level
plot Or these niggas on the block who want the queen? Nigga please But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it But God don't make mistakes
?? one ahead ...youc??e a fake... yoi??ll be gone as fast as your name was spread ...youc??e a fake... Youc?? play jazz tomorrow if that was hip ...youc??e a fake
Normalize the signal and you're banging on freon paleolithic eon put the fake goatee on and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he
my adrenalin, was curdling like cream, as I was being led by the hand. through the sound of sirens-- and the distant noise of some drunken jazz band,
f/ Jazze Pha (Verse 1) [T.I.] They say love blind, so why can't I picture this guhl mine? Yea I dig her but I figure, I'm wastin this guhl time I'm runnin
many, came to kick away any job Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liable take portion cause I'll fly that head ? Dig the jazz that's closets from
[Jazz] I stay away from cats that rap That ain't got traps And producers that make tracks That ain't got no plaques I'm J to the A-Z-Z, chrome Z3
fuck him up They say that my projects should undergo therapy We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B. [Chorus:] Guns imported from Dubra Wheel jazz
That's how I do, prayin' that God really do [Grouch] I finish between two mountain peaks I seen a few fountains within reach My all-natural pace is set held to gamula [???] Fakes
: EDI Mean] Because I'm headin somewhere And them other (niggaz baby) (rappers gone) gonna be dead in a year Plus, I know you tired of them fake thugs
them all That's an auto-fraud Almost bought one, they told me 60 thou I took my cash, spin it round town like Taz Last king, young CEO, my nigga Jazz
'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Anytime you