Songtexte:
Bar Jazz

on a roof to the azz in jazz To the reels and the rhyms of that gaelic trash Dancin with the ex-lead singer of The Clash Guns on the bar and his hands

e la sua indisciplina molto rock & roll, sfacciato come Keith Richard, come gli Stones, appure a George Best, come a Piero Ciampi, con la stessa passione per il bar

creator, crystal sonic High ventilation, overmind stimulation Orchestration, devestation No hemisphere, sort the plantation out Altercation, U-L-3, you will see Step in the bar

he failed the blues, and he's back to loser, Playing folk in a country bar. Reggae music didn't seem to satisfy his needs. He couldn't handle modern jazz

se porque no sonries ?mas que me pides, ser el lider?, ?que te guie? tu diras, pive tu decides si me sigues o te vas, mas jamas hallaras mas salsa ni en jazz

And he said, "Hey, Jerome What do you think these guys doin' our, our material?" Jerome said, "Uh, where's the bar man, please show me to the bar" He

It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Phizzle, Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and

Sid Ay a prince it's the El Sid's version I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon The floor is jam packed get away from the bar scene The strum

nu, rejs dig op Ja, Dreamer verden vagn nu op For du har ventet l?nge nok Det er vores tid nu, rejs dig op Rejs dig Bar' stol pa dig selv Bar' folg