tenderness Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Dizzy's been busy while Grover gets us over With notes that go straight to the
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin I ain't believe that, pa, he helped
Well known gangstas, in trust That we bust Your heart and soul lies with us Boldly go where we once took a nigga before Now the motha fucka beggin for more
take the game to new heights You're my number one draft pick, Madonna classic No look dunks to the basket Yeah, yeah, that's mine, that's mine... [Chorus
desperate for THAT KIND OF ACTION Kept workin' on 'em for two days (Which is a waste of fuckin' time anyway . . . ) So, anyway . . . But if that's your
trigger and damage ya Boom, taking life more serious I may sound lyrical and very mysterious Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more A son of Sam, how could I begin more
go You didn't know that I'd be the show, And you'd be in the crowd with them groupie h*** Now I'm the king and your fighting for the queen spot Thought
were desperate for THAT KIND OF ACTION Kept workin' on 'em for two days (Which is a waste of fuckin' time anyway . . . ) So, anyway . . . But if that'
and tenderness Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Dizzy's been busy while Grover gets us over With notes that go straight to the
there This the word The original jazz and the reggae vibe Yah watch this ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) Yah this is Patra the Queen