em where ya heart at ima show ya where the thug at u gotta live that, i gotta fake that u a itty bitty rat gettin chased by the fat cat the muthafucka
the rustler lyrical hustler The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster Yabadabadoo Verse Three: Rob Swinga Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat
a lot of jazz, you gotta philly You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice My thug style made her cat
the vibe? be one 'cause it?s a peoples trial Hip? house and jazz, percussion and bass It?s a razz-a-ma-tazz Just feel the flava? jump right in 'cause
feel the vibe? be one cause it?s a peoples trial Hip? House and Jazz percussion and bass? It?s a razz-a-ma-tazz Just feel the flava? jump right in cause
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
out of nowhere stepped A little colored boy You gotta jump it, music master You gotta play that rhythm faster You're never gonna get it played On the Happy Cat
rain I spook you with the hit, make you jump like House of Pain Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front [Lord Jazz
where ya heart at ima show ya where the thug at u gotta live that, i gotta fake that u a itty bitty rat gettin chased by the fat cat the muthafucka tryin
want to be Mr. Glue, principal Simon spend, swing now Surreal Cerebral It's not for real It's just surreal Furina Curiosity drilled the life into the black cat
From the rustler lyrical hustler The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster Yabadabadoo [Verse Three: Rob Swinga] Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat
, rhymin hot, thumpin on you fools only time I flop, is jumpin in a pool wit my arms open trom smokin, the hash blaza you dudes be all on my sax like Jazz
of jazz, You gotta philly You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice my thug style made her cat
your hands up What what what what, throw your hands up Damn, a nigga done slept all day But it's cool cuz it don't jump till sundown anyway It's Friday
