God It's so, yeah, so lovely That's how we like to do it in the 90's Pete Rock and CL Smooth comin' atcha When I date back I recall a man off the family
rap before they could form a sentence I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way So nowadays I just lounge and parlay I'm hip to music, whether jazz
smooth cuts "you're a slave to my soundwave" * [finesse] * talking while smooth cuts * Yo just about now I wanna give a shout out To my dj mike smooth
why you butt ass from the waist And who's this lady I'm facin' Dark skin you're not my mommy He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me Promise
you butt ass from the waist And who's this lady I'm facing Dark skin you're not my mommy He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me Promise things
Okay, y'all, this is it now bust it The mic will sing soon as I touch it Do this smooth and easy like So we might get hyped in here tonight Be nice, relax
depths We surpass the summit Stranglin' rhythmic arrangement, elements transpose and plummet I take it back to my roots, vast and infinite Composition is crafted intricate, jazz
[Jazze Phae] Ladies and gentlemen! Ciara [Verse 1] He said 'Hi, my name is so and so Baby can you tell me yours? You look like you came to do One thing
capture you We' got something for everyone M.O.R. to rock and roll And for all you classical jazz freaks We got more rock and roll. Another smooth operation
wild child Listenin' to hip-hop, listening to be-bop and jazz Ella made you move that ass Sensation for the people, inspiration for the sisters and the brothers Smooth jazz
too? Nine Trey, everybody wanna be a gangsta Buck-buck-buck-buck, but no more, thanks to me You got somethin' you can flip on the other tip As you get lost in the smooth
like a nigga that boost Polo Steppin' through the corridor of metaphors Lookin' over My left shoulder the mic Still feel colder than before With this jazz
a nigga that boost Polo Steppin through the corridor, of metaphors Lookin over my left Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before With this jazz
Yeah yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy And I want some old hot jazz biscuits With a little bit
[Jazze Pha talking] Whoa whoa whoa.. Ladies and gentlemen This... is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle.. King of the south! Oh boy! Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy! So smooth
think about, then you wonder Clan, they just rag shit, rip shit, bruise shit Maybe that's the rap shit, I gotta prove shit Even if it's jazz or the quiet
to the ground Damn what the fuck I done now runnin' around in a circle thinking I'm assed out hot gun burnin' my waist ran straight to Jazz' house Like
And know I?d like to leave her I can?t complain, Can?t talk, gotta catch my plane One... CHORUS I told ya she?s a rich girl, rude kinda prude Body silky smooth