Lyrics:
Let’s find out what’s inside ya
I don’t think they trust the riders
When they gave me Justin Driver
So I’m settin’ up my tee
They planted me wit’ fire
I
one (yeah)
This one's a girl (what?), Let's name her Pam
Same father as the first but you don't give a damn (alright)
Irresponsible, plain not
one (yeah)
This one's a girl (what?), Let's name her Pam
Same father as the first but you don't give a damn (alright)
Irresponsible, plain not
the ketchup?
Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames sewn, but
option
Smooth like Jazz and a pass from Stockton
Double R 24K better lock in
I don't gotta say it you know how I'm rocking
Don't tell em' your plan cause
Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo 'cause) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
world domain
Don't tell me that I put too much music out
Look at them jazz fools
This is jazz too
This is black music
No crack, no gat, no lack
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put
then I supply em
I got the source of an orchestra
But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcing ya
You said you're ready like Freddie
smooth, the saxophone and jazz is
(?) what you lack and focus on what you have in the G
More than average, I'm nothing to test
If it's to me, you step
smooth
Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks
Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool
I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm
on Doc, we out"
Now bout this time I ran my ass bacc in the apartment
Got the phone dialed the 9-1-1
Dropped the phone and fell on the floor
Ant like "don't
an let's have fun
Let's jump in the rides and cruise
Destination somplace a space
Anywhere we choose
Laughter food and good times'll never fail ya
To hell
the fork inside the road
A little jazz and r&b
Nothin' like a little groove to soothe the mood
For when ya choose to move your feet
Let the choir sing
Heh,
smooth
When we Pullin up
Don't be a fool know we keep it tucked
Call me all bluff you can try ya luck
Oooh
Run it up make em all stare
When we pullin up
Like sax
Smooth but the feeling too good like Its jazz
Digital paper don't have to count Cash
Actin a fool gotta take out da trash
I put a bolt on ya
dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass)
Cause im smooth (Im smooth)
And im cool (And im cool)
And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act
the last laugh
Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
He said this year ya last, gotta
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
on the ground make him lay down stay down,
Harmony smooth wid the thug shit,
Mo murda to the fool that clone,
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness,
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
don’t want beef I can Ruth Chris
Eyeball yo bitch
I’ll sock you too bitch
Make a move bitch
When I shoot swish
I’ll let em loose quick
Got a loose wrist
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