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Young William Jazz

Our bodies will go (I like this ah), So swing it over here, Mr. DJ, (Hey,Hey), And we will, we will rock you up It don't matter to me, We can dance slow

blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation (More! Gimme more! Gimme more!) Oh, let me tell ya 'bout the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz

(feat. Jazze Pha, T.I.) [Nelly + (Jazze Pha)] (Whoa) OHH! C'mon (Ladies and gentlemen) Ohh (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen!) We wanna welcome

left Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before With this jazz shit I hit your jaw Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor I be the nigga blowin

(feat. Jazze Pha, T.I., Young Jeezy) [Jazze Pha:] Ladies and Gentlemen.. [Hook: Young Buck] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "

but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night I will

the beat drop Our bodies will go (I like this) So swing it over here Mr. DJ (Hey, hey) And we will, we will rock you It don't matter to me We can dance

befo' In the park, from noon 'til after dark. There will be blondes, and also girls of bronze, And girls who come from other contries 'round the world Now, you will

radio So me say anything you want I will give you Wan rub a dub, me will give you You wan soul, come, me will give you Wan the rock 'n' roll, me will