't dance... Hey! Hands up, hands up, hands up, up... I can't dance... Hey! Hands up, hands up, hands up, up... Hey! Hands up, hands up, hands up,
nasty to date Gimme my dick back we in the last days every second got a muthaf**ka passin away Fast to the bass that we fell wit the jazz and ah [buck
Ladies and 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
i'm lookin for the baddest bitch Splurge for a second when i'm done you can have this bitch Verse 3: (Willie Da Kid) 5000 10,000 20 ones in my hand
we a cute little family My h*** love me and they can't stand me Chubby wads of cash, my h*** hand me 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 plus 8 is 16 ***, Tasha,
band grime is alive aslong as i am mic in my right hand no mic stand write like stan till my minds blank a spy cam couldnt clock my plan (x4)
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
little pushy jeff(I wanna rock right now) you wanna rock, jeff lets do it a little sumthin like this from the heart of west philly came my man jazz
sound beat the drum beat the drum you can tell we're rythm bound take my hand we're going to dixie land! wa wa wa wa x3 dabadopdaba dotdada x4 once
2x) [ motif ] Improvisation is the key to this freestyle Hip-hop style, while jazz in the meanwhile Stride, glide, and all that good stuff Ride to the rhythm of this jazz
cuttin' up lines, that's one-point-twenty-one jiggawatt jive. And I ain't no Nancy Reagan, just sayin' kinda take it slow. Say yeah to the jazz cigarette
1-2-3-4 et ca va 1-2-3-4 et ca va (It's my passport, my flag, my own bible 1-2-3-4 and it goes 1-2-3-4 and it goes) (from Les moulins de mon coeur)
first When it absolutely positively has to be there on time I deliver a rhyme The heckler of hip hop, hop to this one I got more kid, they hate to miss one Style got jazz
of south west, Hands on the crown, bad to the bone, (what?) He wrote a let, with a scrap in his lap on the wrong tracktryin make the newspapers stack Jazz
2-4 Family Stay (Jays D-Style remix) Stay One More Day Good job is taken to town Stay, dont runaway, please lord just one more day Dont be walkin away
we are wise) We know that place (yeah, yeah) Always tomorrow Lean on me Can you hear me now? 2-4 Family! Lean on me Uh, depend on me Jazz: I thought
J and R) * You down with fantasy? Yeah you know me! (x4) Who's down with fantasy? Every last homie!! * repeat J) Why don't you tell me what's your fantasy