hit it Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British Ice Berg shirts wit' Ice along wit' it Turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted But honey got a lot of jazz
Early in the morning, Could barely feel my face, Cuttin that raw raw hammer on my waist, My baby mammas stressin, im like fuck out of my face, feds on
for the nigga named Twista (Yea) Finna pop off on you like a pistol (That's right) Got badunkadunk for my mob and I got dunkadunk for jazze fizzle (Jazze
Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse Try
it Without looking back, there was barely a word If she said goodbye, well I never heard But the noise goes on, the noise, the jazz Truth is in somebody
try? If U will, so will I When I call U up, I wanna tell U what 2 wear Don't be surprised if I tell U 2 go bare Long as U wash between your soul
! The nurses had to dab each pox with a medicated cotton ball. My dad use to take us camping, one time I stepped on a dirty nail, ya know like rusty, bare
[Verse 1] It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet Gazer seats hold the bare floors I faithfully hold to pimp whores You ate
Chatonja, Can you handle this? Aphasia, Can you handle this? Jayelle, Can you handle this? I don't think they can handle this! Barely move, we've arrived
rewindin', trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby
Ladies and gentlemen You are now tuned in to the very best This is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle U.G.K., Pimp C, Sweet Jones, Bun B I'm out here grippin
we are wise) We know that place (yeah, yeah) Always tomorrow Lean on me Can you hear me now? 2-4 Family! Lean on me Uh, depend on me Jazz: I thought
Turning the anger and frustration, straight into energy Yes, you will remember me as the brother who cared To dare to step up with his soul bared But
Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue These 2 guys, no 3 guys, no fourth, yo, this posse Try to
an all-American Boy. Just buy you a guitar and put it in tune and you'll be a rockin and a rollin soon. Impressin the girls, hittin hot licks, and all that jazz
Maria; [01:32]su terraza da a la plaza, [01:34]y en su casa siempre hay vida. [01:45]En los bares de la plaza [01:48]se comercia la mandanga, [01:50]Jazz
I've been traveling all these years, Just barely getting by. The road can be your friend Or the devil in disguise. When the tough get going, The muses
they panic more Sniff 'em out like black Labradors Battle ram doors crackin' down on your headquarters Avalanche yours 'til you're buried alive Your homie barely