your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy Straight for the church note ringin
slam check the cheers So we greet their virgin ears with a kiss It's so good to be here We jazz up the streets to prove we have beats Fat jazz fat style
hair I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin' quotes For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of cool shit The jazz
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
's stressin' me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playin' 'gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD
long, too slow, too fast You lacks on point, you wrong, you won?t last I?m up on a good foot, you?re out on a bad note I?m dope, ice, fresh, automatic
I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak
Ella sing Cool and hot bobble your back If you're not grooving then you are not Hearing Ella sing She sang with Bing and Frank and Nat On everything from jazz
father and when it comes to the game Im to willing to play harder so harder I go there he go they chant mvp when I shoot a free-throw, CEO jazz what
busy to play father And when it comes to the game I'm to willing to play harder So harder I go, there he go They chant MVP when I shoot a free-throw, CEO Jazz
a jazz griot, someone wrote Cannon could blow a sermon with every note Departed at the young age of forty-three plus three But not without leaving us a rich jazz
Ladies and Gentlemen, as you know We have something special for you at Birdland this evening A recording for Blue Note Records What's that? Yeah, yeah
Why is it all these fakers Seem to make the morning papers? They're selling records by the million Seems so easy in my opinion Look at the Jazz Star
raton-laveur Prenons un dernier verre pres Bateau lavoir Une Sinone de Beauvoir et deux singes en hiver Last night was made for love Mettez trois notes de jazz
's plenty more that I could name but ya'll won't put them to use Anyway, I love jazz my man We got the jazz We got the jazz David Sanborn Universe
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
da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro I got flow Look, I put diamonds in your face I'm Lil' Flip, you know me I chill with Big H.A.W.K., C-Note
(Jazze) Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio You damn right we jam The phone lines are ringin off the hook But I'm not gon awnser them 'cause I don't wanna hear shit
