we pass to the left And reflect on expected repetitiveness The dial didn't slip an inch from that station We were floating in your room To the songs of classic jazz
her, I don't judge her, but I could never love her 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and since she'll have met another That's why me and Lil' Jazz 'bout
Every night your line is busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby
cakewalk getting signed getting my chance to shine who really has my interests in mind why you shovin' me from behind every time I decide to sign on the dotted line
swear to dare share take you there And me and you together baby we a lucky pair It's been a long time, we walked a thin line Others say they got you but
Coming straight out the box with a bowl o' champ Yo, he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release mixes jazz, blues
wit you Ima be that little nigga off the hook man Talk about look man If I see anigga disrespect one mo time Put out my foot on his line and leave him
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 should be on tha dance line
Jelesa I got 16 ***, Mandy and Mindy 16 ***, Amy and Cindy 16 ***, Selena, Martina 16 ***, Rosa, Christina I got 16 ***, time is up If they choosin', line
Butterfly searchin for a relax Pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin since
th day of July There was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz
Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin'
EPMD might come out and play here at Gutfest this year Other people in the line-up are Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea Miles Davis is part of tomorrow's jazz line
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Phizzle, Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and
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
can't leave till the man pulls the needle Take that as a warning Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster The drum is the whip, bass line
