is happenin now? [chorus 2x] Nothin, let me know Sure feel like nothin, let me know what Might be somethin there (what's good) I'm feelin nothin, let
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
hold it, no It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em Get love in the strip club Gotta nigga feeling
football players and baseball players Whassup? You lookin' for a million dollars or somethin'? Man you kinda confused Freak mode, I'ma have sex, so let 'em feel
for the nigga named Twista (Yea) Finna pop off on you like a pistol (That's right) Got badunkadunk for my mob and I got dunkadunk for jazze fizzle (Jazze
it feels so right Outside the world is colder Every single night it's another fight So what's it gonna be A symphony tonight Perhaps a little jazz All
Street Parade 3:12 Trk 5 (Earl King Johnson) Earl King Arr. horns - Allen Toussaint (& tambourine) Engnr- Cosimo Matassa, Jazz City
Baby I'm gonna break it down (tell you truth) I wanna prove my love for you (it is real) Cannot Resist these feelings inside (not anymore) Just gotta
em back together Tell your mother that you are somebody new Feel the breeze blow and tell 'em all, "Look out here it comes!" Now I can say whatever I feel
this depressing Jazz song on the other side The record player goes on Spinning in the night Some soul music Makes me feel like dancing It goes on and
dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead This life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head So I make the jam that'll make me feel better I hear a lot
to feel the rhythm, the beat be bumpin' don't it And I love to give it to y'all because I know you want it And if you feel like I feel you love the rhythm
I love to give it to ya'll because I know you want it. And if you feel like I feel, you love the Rythm and Blues. Reggae and Jazz, some Rock n Roll
(I feel hot tire) Why is it floating in my beer Hold what you've got Hold what you've got My big drum On your big face The one-eyed jazz As hickeys
on a dope patoi, all eyes open on Yeshua (Jesus) Ain't no filet gumbo babe without the rue Ain't no joyous feelings without payin' dues I'm gonna tie
belong Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, what'cha say? And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say This is where you belong Yeah aiyyo, we meet in front the jazz
See Samantha got a glass of wine And in the corner she be laggin' behind To the ladies room to powder her lines She be feeling like dynamite Jizzable jazz
in your dreams" Heat wave blast, kids are screamin' Pavement's hot sidewalk's steamin' Only me, happens every time Thinkin' 'bout you and me hello, goodbye You can jazz