followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack Inside I heard the trumpets call I salute to the champions on the wall And in the jazz
where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where? [Common] Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook Then picked your pocket, watch me book
Ladies and gentlemen Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJs Here we go They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble
INTRO: I grime daily My lyric books' my baby The crowd say im lazy They say they run this ting but dey ent done grime lately 24/7 trust me Grime daily
"Cool.." - Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin
The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn I cram to understand the plan ma'am I mean I've been hitting the books
Mona video, you been trackin' me down Tryin' to figure out how I lookin' personal, baby Forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks The three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books
Sideburns with afro, nasty pro, throw like rollo In wells fargo, cashin checks while you tryin to borrow My game is cut through, plastic come, we can see through Disco music, jazz
think so girl I've been through it many times before I got a tight pocket book And you know, I ain't open it up for no Jizzable jazz, how could it be
Ladies an' Gentlemen, this young man Is the author of the book 'Pimps are people too' He is also the President of Guns, Bitches an' Automobiles He also
breezy And this is what I say when you see me "Look, and leave your broad at home", she get took 'Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book Bright
was saintly, to some she was a swinger Me, I only knew here as an acid jazz singer, come on She said I'm no genius and I've lost myself The books are
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book 'Pimps Are People Too' He is also the president of 'Guns, Bitches and Automobiles' He also
get rid of me Let all the others fight and fuss Whatever happens, we've got us (Me and my shadow) Closer than pages that stick in a book We're closer
A place far in the future And faces from the past And children reading history books Their faces light and laugh It all seems so primitive How did you
this sane. You can call this eccentric. He marks his books with steak knives. All we are is lunch for the sky. Why can't we be jazz musicians? A little
, You need to slow your roll. We've been talking for a while Now she ain't no hoe. She got class, style, pizzazz, and jazz, Each smile as a matter of
left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the tv Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way
