, planetary Intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, planetary, planetary Intergalactic Jazz and Awol, that's our team Step inside the party
dope dealer But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act Now that I've got your undivided
only one Girl I apologize For all your tears when you cried Sorry for what I've done I wanna be your only one Girl I apologize for all the tears And all
Criticize that, why is that? 'Cuz Nas' rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz
What is that Cristal? No, Dom P? Hell no This is that Carlos Santana champagne Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint Mine too, but a lot of these busters
have decided the moment that we met You was invited, baby I could never let you get away, baby I'm so glad you're staying Giving me all the love I need
Now everbody got that jam that make you get up wanna boogy to the beat now. And if it wasn't for the drums and the strings and the lyrics that we sing
If i give em the order them nigga show me they warriors All ova we victorious takin ova ya territory Notorious and devil-alition and we know a level All
gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen This is a Jazze-phizzle produc-shizzle Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha Ho boy! Black, Black, give it to 'em, daddy Got somethin' that
speakin to me in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West coast, and that
school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry, Halle Berry Halle Berry, Halle Berry Halle Berry, you jazze, that's way past fine Girl, you look like something that
it? Swell, isn't it? Fun, isn't it? But nothing stays In fifty years or so It's gonna change, you know But, oh, it's heaven nowadays And all that jazz
you slip into a trance I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have Now let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz I don't think you're ready for
your sounds at home All you got is an M-Box, an MPC and your Apple computer's on I've got a 5 dollar microphone I bought from 'GoodGuys' up in LA when Dwele found out that
whassup dawg? Yo, ain't you Dwele, man? Man, you got a nice lil' girl right there witcha, too. She hot, man. Where y'all from, you from Detroit? Heard that