many, came to kick away any job Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liable take portion cause I'll fly that head ? Dig the jazz that's closets from
Who foster my rhythmic memories Collectible sacks of my Mossberg and telebeam Scope enemies with enemas I?m leaving them helpless and hopeless like the Running victim that falls
But I can't fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me Sorry honey, Jazze" I, I'
this life is from Him and Him alone. That said, I personally like this song very much. It's different, that's for sure. It has light jazz overtones.
me If you wanna dance with me LOVER PLEASE ( Swan - Westminster Music ) Lover please, please come back Don't take the train coming down the track Don't please, no, don't leave me Don't leave
up I heard sippin' too much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose I'm forgettin' Lefty and Jazz,
heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty
music is the proof And planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz
Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear
paris scene Rain falls down in sheets so clear And no one ever calls me hear Travelin' by myself these days I'm into jazz and felt berets Far from that
trumpets were mellow And ev'ry gal only had one fellow No need to remember when 'Cause ev'ry thing old is new again (Dancin' at) Your Long Island Jazz
affliction Leave the injured overturned Fight for breath with flailing arms In vain, to float the bane Tentative tastes for those less interesting Leave
used to be gold Are not really Gold any more Sure, they may be gold To everyone else But their not Gold to me Colorful leaves Which leaves trees And
like a nigga that boost Polo Steppin' through the corridor of metaphors Lookin' over My left shoulder the mic Still feel colder than before With this jazz
a nigga that boost Polo Steppin through the corridor, of metaphors Lookin over my left Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before With this jazz
But I can't fall for you cus I stick to the scrip (yup) I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that's life to me Sorry honey Jazze [Chorus] [
