goin hard Lead my hips, slap my thighs Swing my hair, square my eyes Lookin hot, smellin good Groovin like I'm from the hood Look over my shoulder, I
continue to be the sky without my earth And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure, And when I kiss you, I'm never sure
my baby (yeah) She's my baby Chorus: she's my baby (2x), sweets my baby she's my baby (2x), sweets my baby Maxi Jazz: I'm a slave to your outrage
you judge me by my cover? Got to be kiddin' me, to think that I'm that kind of lover I don't mean to disagree, sorry, you can't buy my kisses Open your
tell ya '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
feenin' for you (Shit I'm on my way) [Jazze Pha] Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down Yea baby, I was feenin' for you [Jazze
by my cover? Got to be kiddin' me, to think that I'm that kind of lover I don't mean to disagree, sorry, you can't buy my kisses Open your eyes and see
: (feat. Jazze Pha) [Ras Kass] I been around the world once, had your fiance twice I ain't nothin' nice, but every lifestyle got a price Kiss my momma
: [U-God] Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Backrub style, watch this, yo
Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors
more Oh, let 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
busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby I'm gonna kiss you goodbye
[Verse 1] The world is mine but it ain't no cakewalk getting signed getting my chance to shine who really has my interests in mind why you shovin' me
town goin' hard, read my hips Slap my thighs, swing my hair Squint my eyes Lookin' hot, smellin' good Groovin' like I'm from the hood Over my shoulder
feelin' it, the funky Cypress Hill shit People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?" They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money I take control, no need to blow my
slam check the cheers So we greet their virgin ears with a kiss It's so good to be here We jazz up the streets to prove we have beats Fat jazz fat style
joints that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain I felt Bird Parker when I shot it in my
down, from the boogie with no fake Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits Parlayin? where Malcolm
