it's easy Blue Lamborghini 'cause you heard Jeezy Yeah, your 'Block Is Hot' but you're not Weezy First class flights, star for a night Be like Russell, have a model for
in the brain Insane in da membrane Insane in the brain Insane in da membrane Crazy insane, got no brain Insane in da membrane Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong played the trumpet
Crazy insane, got no brain) Insane in da membrane (Insane in da brain) Insane in da brain Insane in da brain Insane in da brain Insane in da brain Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
we turn the amplifiers up . . . Awright, Don? . . . Whip it on 'em! . . . "Louie Louie"! They like it loud too, you know? FZ: Let's hear again for
a hundred-piece band Can't you hear the beat of the music Lord don't it sound like thunder Jimmy's got his guitar Louie's playing that trumpet Otis Redding
thing I feel like I'm Rembrandt and my man Van Gogh is amazin Canibus is not some average rap patron, have patience I went through changes, not being with the majors and all 'Til my man Louie
I'm just a scarecrow without you Oh baby please don't disappear I beg your pardon dear I got a bottle for a trumpet And a head box for a drum I beg
understand that you won't be able to hear the organ once We turn the amplifiers up, all right, done, whip it on them Louie Louie They like it loud, do
. You mean Louis Prima. I said The Lip. Noo, LIP-er-ace. Yip yip yip yip No one plays high notes like The Lip. I never heard a trumpet player play a note
Happy face nigga never seen me smile Rip dat main=frame, I'll explain A nigga like me is goin insane [Chorus] {*DJ Muggs cuts and scratches*} [B-Real] Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
ea-sy Blue Lamborghini cause you heard Jeezy Yeah your +Block Is Hot+ but you're not Weezy First class flights, star for a night Be like Russell, have a model for
a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" [HORNS] [drum roll] [piano keys played] [HORNS] "Byrd..?" [trumpet
turn the amplifiers up . . . Awright, Don? . . . Whip it on 'em! . . . "Louie Louie"! They like it loud too, you know? FZ: Let's hear again for the
down For miles and miles Sonny's going down For miles and miles "Some day they're gonna write a Blues for fighters. It'll just be for Slow guitar, soft trumpet
I'm just a scarecrow without you Oh baby please don't disappear I beg your pardon dear I got a bottle for a trumpet And a head box for a drum I beg your
