wayside All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz Keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz Keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on All that jazz, that
to do One thing (Set it off)' I started on the left And I had to take him to the right He was out of breath But he kept on dancin' all night [Pre-hook
' is all U want (Come) All it means it that the 1 that Come before me never made U Come U should do that baby (Come) Should do that baby Come Do that
(feat. Jazze Pha) Woo Woo Hey Hey Baby Look Here We Got Florida Gators We Got Alligators Ya Hot Baby Ya Hot Shake It Gurl [Chorus: x2] [Jazze Pha:]
short and thick men behind bars. They are never clean, these men. And their dirtiness makes them objects of lust. I think its religion that makes that
get wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
down low Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough It's the Philly borough dread thoroughbread for dolo I bag solo, like a nigga that boost Polo
, Looking for a fight, Now he gotta see that woman,everynight, Big Bad Bill is sweet william now Ah Play it boys. I likes that jazz. Big Bad
rest Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that
can take all my well check's,Leave my health Cause i cant count all this money think i need some help, It's the franchise of zone 6 no jazze cheif i got
listen to the rhyme when the guitar wails if all else fails just remember that I'm the stitch that holds together all this shit which makes everyone of y'all
to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'all, bless
to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless the mic
with Snoop Lyin' to you to get thrilled Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother wanna know Smokin' that stink
beating for so much more You are the reason I aint so low You must be an Angel from above that guides my soul --- Open my eyes, and all I see is you