these niggas from the gitty up Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up All bets is down
And all That 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
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
shut up. Open it. Read what it says. (JOE opens it and reads out, half-amused and half-appalled.) JOE "Mad about the boy" NORMA Yes, and you do look
I told these niggas from the gitty up Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up All bets
black motherfucker in the house on the 1 and 2 Some who don't like the language, I say "Yo, fuck U!" 'cause this a record and I'm irate And as a matter
a black motherfucker in the house on the 1 and 2 Some who don't like the language, I say "Yo, fuck U!" 'cause this a record and I'm irate And as a
could sing, I'd sing soprano Yo, this beat is chunky, and it's funky with piano Sports, I never play sports, I'm not athletic I'm pickin up the pen to
black motherfucker in the house on the 1 and 2 Some who don't like the language, I say "Yo, fuck U!" Cuz this a record and I'm irate And as a matter
sing, I'd sing soprano Yo, this beat is chunky, and it's funky with piano Sports, I never play sports, I'm not athletic I'm pickin up the pen to make
a black motherfucker in the house on the 1 and 2 Some who don't like the language, I say "Yo, fuck U!" Cuz this a record and I'm irate And as a matter
