the squeals of saxophones That's when they'll fear my name Stalin Malone I'm telling you the day will come when this man gets what he merits Though people still wear animal
yo body hot you'll need a fire truck. So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that anime. Today I'm shittin on rappers so I call em Jazze Pha. I'm not
ai ni la carrure, ni les cicatrices d'un 50 Cent, Ni le dixieme de son vecu, mais je distilles ces Rimes avec la passion qui m'anime Et pas pour le choix
the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Remember when you were a madman Thought you was Batman And hit the party with a gas can Kiss me you animal
Gue' P. [Gue? Pequeno] L' M.I. Stile e un classico tipo gambe storte sul Booster apre la cassaforte, ha le combinazioni giuste Gue' traffica in anime
: (feat. Roughneck Jihad) [Kool Keith:] Executive chess I play against a well trained animal, you move next Stylist got you dress, like you comin in
die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and
me tell you about the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Remember when you were a madman? Thought you was Batman and hit the party with a gas can Kiss me, you animal
have yo body hot you'll need a fire truck. So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that anime. Today i'm shittin on rappers so I call em Jazze Pha.
rebel unit, "The Valley of the Jeep Beats" (1 2 3 4 5 6) Hard rhyme and the rebel is on the mic One time, rhyme animal's on the mic They're still keepin
now tuned into the very best Sho' Nuff songs, Jazze Phizzle, Rick Ross Let's go, Daddy Rick Rizzle, M I Yayo Jazze Phizzle, M I Yayo Jazze Phizzle,
the back and take your time and have a good look Old man laughs with flowers in his hair Newspaper headline "Middle East Deadline" Jazz musicians are
Yeah, push the button and the planet blows That ain't right Niggas be actin' like animals That ain't right Bustin' cannons when they brandish those That
the way it begins - you try to behave, yeah, you try to fit in. But when you rise and stand you find a lock-step march - no room for jazz
re locked away Now tell me, do you really think crime pays? Scheming on taking what your brother has? You little suckers.. you talkin' all that jazz. [
I took this photograph soaking wet After an 8-ball's cataract broke a jazz face threat The same touch to the chest of a young musician He wrote his own
bout the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Remember when you were a madman Thought you was Batman And hit the party with a gas can Kiss me you animal
