We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz Stern firm and young
Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear
Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow So swing it over here Mr. DJ and we will, we will, rock you It don't matter to me, we can dance slow
the best This here Jazze Fizzle, produc shizzle Pimp C, Jody Breeze If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah But I just want the money, young chump change
I'm back again I'm bout my paper like a muthf-cking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will
It's not because of you, you know the deal Him and your moms feel If they stay together then someone will get killed I love you still, always will '
's not because of you, you know the deal Him and your moms feel If they stay together then someone will get killed I love you still Always will Cause
Yo, right after you left the Ave" Yo, the same thing that's been going on Since I was young in the past Still goes on, how long will it last? Gotta get
(Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen) (This is a Jazze Phizzle productshizzle) (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Uh, You see errtime that beat go (beat go
[Jazze Pha] LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! [Bridge-Young Buck x2] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my draws Holla woot woot homie if ya see them laws [Chorus
My 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
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.) [Nelly] + (Jazze Pha) (Whoa) OHH! C'mon (Ladies and gentlemen) Ohh (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen!) We wanna welcome
diamonds in his mouth, his truck on 24's, in yo car ridin daddy, if you're breakin' fo his safe then bring dat shit over to Jazze, Chorus (Suga) Verse
Ooowwwhhheee! [Chorus:] [Jazze:] If y'all niggaz want the honey [Jody:] Yeah! [Jazze:] But I just want the money [Jody:] Young chump change! [Jazze:]
Ima bring that barrel to them bitches Eye liners and what I make up will fuck up your skin I pick the buck up and buck buck and buck buck again I will
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