used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life from jazz
and a formal debate But it's important you remember, though What you reap is what you sew Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz
Darren on my back Brooklyn in my blood and butters on the track I got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways Clouds of purple haze keep me in a daze The jazz
Everybody to the bar, shawty drinks on me Shawty dance for me Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, we got the club crackin' I got my song comin' on and it's da weekend
With the mic in my hand, ringin' alarm, singin' the songs Bringing the calm to dramas so hard Too much info, been so instrumental Potential, exponential, my DJ's cuts are presidential Yo Jazz
is suicide I roll with the flow 'cause I'm qualified To keep the peace and teach y'all to get along Build my rep and step to the song From jazz to hip
hip-hop was a gift that lifted up Loved rap 'til the companies ripped it up Now the soul is set, we've been had like jazz If you down for change then
consequence Funk the stylistics, and jazz the vibe Laughs at e-tudes cause I'm stayin alive Time I grips not, so it limps along Dust you, collect if you digs my song
respected When I was found dejected That saying about art and life Is really just the half When you recognize That music is math Like a true song Is
get it loud enough to wake the dead Even in a library or an old folks home We raise the low tone till the speaker's blown Overloaded to the max, song
's stressin' me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playin' 'gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD
beatlemania seepin the planet All that screamin from hoes, i couldn't stand it I remember bruce lee, PS3 to pong Spandex, hair metal, rock love song
the rhythm that run with walkin' off Fights in the club, lullabies to a newborn Jazz softly enhances gettin' grooves on Tears in a funeral, brought on by a sad song
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
to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt No affections, condom style, I got no yeast Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
yours truly T-Double and umm first of all I would like to introduce to y'all to one of my first cousins He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel
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 a song from
comes!" Now I can say whatever I feel like to you Then keep me six crap-shooting pallbearers Let a chorus girl sing me a song Put a red-hot jazz band