Lyrics:
a record with Common Sense
Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, Rock and Roll, the hip-hop that we producin', yea
It's
dance to the jazz
I met this lil shawty I think her name Jazz
Or wait, holdup, maybe its Jasmine
Soothing my head like I'm taking some aspirin
Shoot by
can’t let him see fear
That’ll jack up the cost
Keep the mask on of course
It’s just me and my dawg
That was Just another night
Sars pulling up on me
I wear notes like coats
Blues like doos, war for the rhythm, soul that glues
That bounce to my bones, that jazz in my spine
The hop is my home, rap
your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh
Smokin on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me
(Based1 got them bands, ho)
Blue strips, I just make checks
I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex
Take 'em out like Hardy, we like
you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
church
Me and him are scum of the Earth
Feelin' like two millionaires with a hundred dollar net worth
Topic of discussion, is that they know nothin'
a homiside
It's gon be a homiside
See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by
Standing they on the side lines
They know it's a homiside
They know it's
124 to 88)
You gotta watch this show that's on
Watch what?
I don't know what it is, it's crazy
(The Nuggets just got by the Nets 114 to 112)
What
favourite view
Let's swim out to deep waters
It could be just me and you
On the great wide blue
Cruising by my waistline
Sacral blue
Take a dip with me
We
I'm the trash-picking
Customer ass-kissing
Cook in a jazz kitchen
Cooking till the brass section
Begins their last session
Fueled by ambition
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
do a record with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's
on your shoulder, The Devil on mine
Now you got me mad, I'm ticked off
Uncle Phil, just like Jazz you get kicked off
I ain't talking 'bout Madden, no kick
ya like jazz
Crash like bandicoot, nah
Young nigga just cooking and mixing these tracks thats facts
Catching up to me nigga you booty
Ass, I'm gas, you
See, people are all equal
Smiles are front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily
All smiles all easy
Where ya from, what ya
away all the titles of music you take away that this is rock and roll
This is country, this is blues, this is jazz, and we strip is down
It's just
me at the Gate
The Old Blue Yodeler himself Jimmy Rodgers
He said to me "Bill they asked me to show you around up here
And right over there is some
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
Minus the L's he'd take
(Haha)
I'm like Danny boy
Might cause an earthquake
Or, I'm like Johnny Cash
Cause I got blues
Hey, also by the way
I heard 'yo
dizzy trying to last
Talking all the jazz no Guelespe
Now your name just upsets me
Got me flying solo
Yo jiggy man you good bro
Nah I'm vexed bro
Off this
flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million
Da room has turned me on I'm masterbatin' at da top
These hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop
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