歌詞:
Jazz Suite

in the air I spied my man Jazz, maxin out with two stone cold freaks "Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?" Now Jazz was a player

with no fake Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits Parlayin? where Malcolm stood, now brother

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

Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes Union commissioned sex, government intelligence What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant Materialistic, ugly man is plastic No class, in a suit

up when the sun goes down No, I haven't had the time lately Lately I've been stayin' at home Stayin' at home, stayin' at home Closin' the curtains, play jazz on trombone Jazz on trombone, jazz

Edison got a new condo watch me as I settle in I deserve a MTV show for me and my people and if you tryna zone I got a whole swisha suite full rappers

take a cursory Glance at the word and see God made the plans of diversity Is there one godly ethnic group In the church should we all wear one polyester suit

Alright you bums, listen up Sun tan oil don't go good with a three piece suit You know makes it all oily and stoopid lookin' hu hu Alright all you swing

chili at the jazz club They played a good game of football in Mucron They ripped everyone off at the top rank, babe If you could ever get into their suite