Lyrics:
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
heard me
Jazz is dead
Won't find me in a nightclub
Hanging on a ticket stub
For poser scrubs
I like my parties sleazy
In velvet speakeasies
Crashed by
Jazz music, jazz music, jazz music
In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, givin' the word
will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, Duke her Bootee, bust a ?? box
That's my duty, girl please do me, don't try to cock block
Give nuff respect, I
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
me are mad for turtle meat
Jazz police I hear you calling
Jazz police I feel so blue
Jazz police I think I'm falling,
I'm falling for you
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
the pencil
This the shield
Vampires in the back watching the yield
They never see me blue until I'm teal
Mixing up the green
Dawg, I'm dreaming up a ville
I'm
my gramophone alone
oh jazz, jazz scene
wanna jazz out my blues
oh jazz, jazz scene
wanna jazz out bad news
because
my baby loves Nina
Nina loves
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
rapper, don't you dare try
Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see
No legacy will ever be next to me or near by
Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"
On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob
See I'm a Ruger shooter,
screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"
On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob
See I'm a Ruger shooter,
Take |Your Baby To A Jazz & Blues Bar - Son Of Dave
Hear me now
Don't take her to the club
Don't take her to a picture show
Don't take her
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
3) It's like Jazz
(Ghasem:)
Yeah well what I'm saying is that it's like jazz,
you know, the hip-hop approach is eh
it's like jazz because you're
NAUÍ
Blues, ele é blues, ele é soul, ele é jazz
Rock, ele é rock, ele é “yes”, ele é soul
Ele é blues, ele é soul, ele é funk, ele é jazz, rude boy
I'ma pop a roxy
Walking out to paparazzi
Yeah we on an e-way off some E aye
Kicking it with my shawty
Yeah we posted at the Crosby
Rolling doja not
the
Changin' of the guards and all that jazz
But Bo Diddley looked up at me and he said, uh
With half-closed eyes and a smile
He said man", took off his
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