beat!! [2: Das EFX] "My style is fat, so I swung it, blunted" [2 x2 + 1 x1] [2 x2 + 1 x1] [Daddy-O] Ride along with the wave cause my tides never end
(Woah) So throw your hands in the air (Yeah) And wave 'em round like you just don't care (Why?) Ooh it's the L-I-Y-A-H, rippin' up the stage I got jazz
Maybe in your dreams" Heat wave blast, Kids are screamin' Pavement's hot The sidewalk's steamin' Only me, happens every time Thinkin' 'bout you and me Hello, good-bye Jazz
Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact Don't let me get up and show yawl motha fucka's respect Plans connect The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck More jazz
followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack Inside I heard the trumpets call I salute to the champions on the wall And in the jazz
the dance floor (Ho) So throw your hands in the air (Yea) And wave them around like you just don't care (Why) Ya oh it's the L I Y A H livin' up to the stage I got Jazz
fat since they started sayin' Audi 'Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The Puba of the styles like miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves
, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 (Full surface) 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 (Cassidy) 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 mic check (Jazze, fezzay, leezay) 1, 2, 1,
in your dreams" Heat wave blast, kids are screamin' Pavement's hot sidewalk's steamin' Only me, happens every time Thinkin' 'bout you and me hello, goodbye You can jazz
, big titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz
Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the phat jazz drum The horns and the samples with the bass and the boom When added all together it's a phat jazz tune
Clue oops I mean a red clue Waynei??s here, su WOO bet he felt that like the end of a pool cue but I aini??t banging I aini??t waving no flag Ii??m ATF
deux ans a peine Un chomeur en deroute Le fils de la pharmacienne Un bassiste de Toulouse Un batteur looke Harlem Un melange de jazz and blues Version new-wave
ans a peine Un chômeur en deroute Le fils de la pharmacienne Un bassiste de toulouse Un batteur looke harlem Un melange de jazz and blues Version new-wave
some religion. time to bow your head and pray. Folk rock, brit pop, techno, don't stop. Punk, jazz, fusion, alternative hip hop Hale bop she bop Cyber wave
, me llegó desde pendejo. Cuando V8 era mala palabra, se intentaba con vos lavarnos cerebros. Fuiste azota del jazz-rock, reggae, pop, new-wave
in waves and tired of all this celebration you milked the tree, You must get down I'm already down just when do you start to fake a love for jazz and
braille dogs Hammering out belonging to the sky Their wings form shutters From Alan's window The incense drifts past the skins and shells Ruby waves goodbye
