It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
Where the hell have you been We've been waiting with our best suits on Hair slicked back and all that jazz Rolling down the Union Jack See you at the
to move us for the styles we flaunt But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain Plus seen my moneys gettin' smoked for change I face left in the round up Pound
'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies Cop killers with a box of dummies Dummies stuck to the project floors Niggas is suited up and be ready for war
groovy speak out the head, provided for the hardrocks Here to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks You can dig the styles cause the styles are for
I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for
voodoo ready to roll Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit HMV at the cash register, girls tryin' to make me buy CD's Soft jazz and homo R and B, I ain't payin for
' at home, stayin' at home Closin' the curtains, play jazz on trombone Jazz on trombone, jazz on trombone And I dream I'm on vacation No, you won't see me around It's a perfect situation for
so ice cold Fo' sho', nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit For this game, nigga, it ain't no secret See ya morra for life, nigga My whole crew shinnin
Edison got a new condo watch me as I settle in I deserve a MTV show for me and my people and if you tryna zone I got a whole swisha suite full rappers
, oh, ice cold? Fo sho, nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit For this game, nigga, it ain't no secret See ya morra for life, nigga, my whole crew
really thought you could never feel me Cause my shirts were double X when really I was a small Double shirts for the effect when really it wasn't called for
, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases No more cross
man, it's really cool Guess what barfly buddies Got womens down there too But that's for romp so Romeo That dummy ain't got a clue And just for viewing
could it be it's me in pursuit about to get a white suit About to get a night job just to keep my mind grounded in you And all that jazz, what else can
can just Swing for all I care. Boy, I'm down at the garage, Working my butt off fourteen Hours a day and she's up mucnhin' on god-damn bon bons and jazzing
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
suit wearin' back in the days Baggin' girl like Braxton How Many Ways I talk to 'em, I rock 'em out I blaze 'em I maze 'em 1-2 jazz vocab I daze 'em
