Lyrics:
be in every party I be in every jam
I see they faces and they look at me and front
They come to every show and know we
break shit up all
Prince ]
Ahhhh... the time is now to get up and dance and move
And clap and jump and jam and feel the groove
I want you wigglin and jigglin and stompin
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky Jam yo
Da-, tiki-tiki-ti, Daddy Yankee, yo
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky Jam, yo
tiki-tiki-ti, Daddy Yankee, yo
El Cangri
DJ Blass
El
I love my baby, I love my baby (so ready, yeah, yeah)
I love my baby, I love my baby
Well, it's a new hit for the radio (radio)
Just another jam
the Mothership unknown to man
With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand
God damn I slam I jam like this
Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush
And plus,
Yo, yo what listen
Come in the jam and do what say Yo Listen
People come around you need to listen
Clear that shit out your ear and just listen
who got the funk? (We got the funk)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yo, well, I got the weed (we got the blunt)
I never sniffed, I used to puff woolas in the jam
Back
tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok
I'm ahead
I'm comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam
I'm coming through, banging Screw in my hoo-doo
I'm lettin that nigga Joe on the mic
I thought you niggas knew
I'm comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam
I'm coming through, banging Screw in my hoo-doo
I'm lettin that nigga Joe on the mic
I thought you niggas knew
about
Cuttin the crowd like some bread
(jam, jam, jam!)
that i ain't gonna do tonightdial on room number 211 'cause i hear there a jam that's goin' onthe feelin' is so good in my neighbourhood
Ooh there's
This jam was created for the ears of a realist
Get off my shit list (?????)
Murder He Wrote, that was my last jam
Like Michael Jordan with the new dunk
[Takbir]
It was 11:33, just wakin up to write
Got plans to meet my man at the jam tonight
Got a call from Tiger Chan, he said, "Whassup Tak'?"
Yo my
of the drums, the blast of the amps
A sold out show every time I jam
Hey man, here I am
Living the life with the world in my hands
A rush from the crowd,
to the music
Toe-slam to my jam, you can do it
I write rhymes, and to the world I'm givin'
(Get busy, Sweet Tee) That's the way I'm livin'
Leather or lace
am
Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
So can I party if I want to? (Yeah you can party)
Now can I party if I need to? (Yeah you
money this year
Chorus: Sunz of Man 2X
This be the Sunz of Man jam
Catch it if you can can
Blast this in your house, jail cell, or your Lex land
We got
5,4,3,2,1, time to blow black
This is the soul jam thinkin the jayfer the whole jam witness the angle of Bobby Cooltrain,
with a remainder,
dat whole jam
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We
spilling your drink
Jam on!
-Busta Rhymes chorus-
Everybody's on the line outside
Make you feel good make you come for the ride
Going do it to my people
is just stick out the red)
Well now me ram it till me jam it till me give the rhythm more
Maybe gal you wonder who is the loving galore
Suzie,
drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
Don't brown nose just join it
Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
Jam on it, the +Blair Witch+
non-stoppin, the whole joint cold rockin
Everybody up, we put it down for uncle jam
An allstar client plus the number one fan
Hold the Parliment funk so come
Discuss these JAM Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In