Lyrics:
it's wrong, then I'll chill and let it stop
If not, then I'll bust chops to get props
To make sure jazz and hip hop is at the tip top
But wait, we
RING TONE
RING RING TONE
Lady’s and gentleman’s
Once Upon a time
My Mom told me FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS AND STUFF
And I’m walking with my Queen by my
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
it's wrong, then I'll chill and let it stop
If not, then I'll bust chops to get props
To make sure jazz and hip hop is at the tip top
But wait, we
With no Uncle Phil (blah)
Don't know how it feels
I wanted to flex
They told me to chill (chill)
I'm makin' a flip (flip)
My life is a flick (flick)
boys?
[Mr. Funke] Now they got our stuff down pat!
[Marley] Yo man don't sweat it, just show em why they call you Mr. Funke
Yo Lord Jazz, pass me some
luces
Ten cuidado
¿Conduces o te conducen?
In the night we got class
For the jazz
And the joint has to pass
To the right in the chill house
En la noche
Can I play for you baby
Hey yo Woody help me out yeah
Hey yo Jazz you chill for a minute ya know?
Uh uh uh yeah
You like that?
Goin'
inspiré par Dre (I've rapped, inspired by Dre)
Sit back relax
J'ai kické inspiré par Biggie (I've rapped, inspired by Biggie)
With style and grace
J'ai
VERSE:
TELL EM KEEP THE BEAT GOING TIL' I MAKE IT FLATLINE
I'M A KEEP THIS SHIT 100, MULTIPLIED BY A DIME
GOT MY MIND ON MY MONEY. AND MY MONEY'S
[Patra]
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay?
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there
This the word
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
I been chillin on the moon, rollin pencil blunts thinking bout my room
I been thinking bout the blues the way the jazz beat playin my tune
Even
[Patra]
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay?
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there
This the word
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
to chill behind closed doors
Some will never learn that black lives matter
They was raised by racist papas and nanas
Waivin' confederate flags like bandanas
like in a drop top
Girl you know I'm gonna get you that ring, right?
Mans them out there bugging tell em chill, yeah
All your friends be saying, we not
Me no want be the kinda nigga weh go de carry last...
She go put you for reverse
Any time she waka pass
But e be like say she don go do me jazz i no de
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
of favors, yeah
Blue Note Table
Watching jazz on the xylophone
40 Dog, need a chain for my microphone
Chill is gusto, this that 99
Headed to the stu'
With
o zarabianiu siana jestem na lajciku od rana
Robisz ten hałas podnieś browara
W kolor zamienia się rzeczywistość szara
Chill chill teraz wjeżdża
W
Equalizer start my watch I had to time the kill
We up all night calculating war we ain't got no time to chill
Fat boy but ain't no weight on my shoulders
I
práce do piče
Odpaluju stres, další homerun jak pes
Cítím se jak by byly holky na hoře bez, hej
Pohoda, jazz, musím trochu spočnout
Tu zátěž co mám na
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
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