me down Tryin' to figure out how I lookin' personal, baby Forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks The three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga We look at things
I remember beatin down the block Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo Everybody rap, though they hood was compton And the wolves
an art form that microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin' The one thing
time You feel alright when you hear that music ring You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing
Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'? Man you kinda confused Freak mode, I'ma have sex, so let 'em feel Touch my private, my thing
) Got badunkadunk for my mob and I got dunkadunk for jazze fizzle (Jazze fizzle) Girl you deserve respect, you look so good girl I'll commend you the hottest thing
{Let's do it} Okay, Jazze We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south Well you know, I
Yeah, we're in on the act And love's in the back With all of your roses and you Yeah, you, you, you, a high heeled girl And we talk just like jazz Like
I'll last forever like bad impressions, Like the first night you cursed in adolescence, The way I slam a sentence can panic veterans, Some things are
Street Parade 3:12 Trk 5 (Earl King Johnson) Earl King Arr. horns - Allen Toussaint (& tambourine) Engnr- Cosimo Matassa, Jazz City
with me, probably The answer I can hear tonight Hips, dick-lick the lips, bitch you goin home tonight I'm a money-maker, just shakin that thing your momma
now One thing you'll never do is take my love away 'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby We love the reggae and jazz, the
(Chorusx2:Layzie and Krayzie) We love the Reggae and Jazz, some Rock n Roll can be cool. alternative 2, we love the Rythm and Blues. But I'm a Hip
, big titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz
be told that they're getting on For a long, long stay But just how long and who knows And how and where my spirit will go Will it soar like Jazz on a
] Blossoms falling from the cherry tree That's what jazz is to me History repeating itself like a thing aloof All the great cars of the world in one
fight then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A descendant of Dublin with Titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing