Lyrics:
Jazz Warm Up

bad I could set you up with a nice warm bath it's Slim keepin' it thin don't make come over there and kick your ass and all that jazz and all these rhymes

's the million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoe Look at iced up dro back, iced up me Watch number eighteen

It's on, you can swerve when it's heard in clubs Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs Equations are drawn up in paisley form Mic it stay warm,

a frown I hear a voice 'you must learn to stand up for yourself Cause I can't always be around.' When you gonna make up your mind When you gonna love

be scared of me But in a battle, just prepare to be Dissed and beaten, ripped up while I warm up Or step in range, and get that ass torn up Or get a beating

Don't I sweep you off your feet anymore Tell me if I'm right This is killing me baby It makes me wanna cry The message you're sending me, baby Tears me up

got the faith to Fall back again Crawl from the warm water water to air you're on your feet again your feet again. - Maxi Jazz: Hah, lace up

You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up

step is easy, all you gotta do is stand up. Go ahead, just stand up. There you go, you are standing up. Yes, some of you are not standing up, but you