Jazz歌詞

Drink more water or you might die
Seven nine king drive you can picture me rolling
Bending corners we was headed to the rasta
Ni**a been blessed but a ni**a been sick
And a ni**a been stressed so f**k it I'm a doctor
Self medicated
Ginger ale in the champagne flutes
And I ain't celebrating
Just cooking up crack
Where presentation's everything
Tell em wait 'til I plate it
Patience I'm faded like outdated denim
Hearing it like this bout as rare as cicadas
The boy got some miles Davis in him
Talking all that jazz
Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t
Better watch your mouth better watch your back
Better choose the right way on some fork in the road sh*t
And of course the path less traveled
F**k I look like following your footsteps
Don't fumble cause this ain't Sunday football
I ain't at home with a footrest
In fact I'm in front of the back of your head
But I'm coming from behind better look left
Look left like where the f**k is he
You got time on your head boy
You got time on your head like you wearing buck fifty
Do it so clean but it's still so filthy f**k with me
Cause you already know you f**k ni**as
Really can't really
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz
Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t
Ni**a talk your sh*t
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz
Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t
Ni**a talk your sh*t
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz
Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t
Ni**a talk your sh*t
Talking all that jazz might get you popped
But I ain't gonna stop don't ask
Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face
And a hand in the air like JFK
Wait all in your steam better known as a hotbox
Crack rocks in a square better known as block
Impaired tryna'move that's hopscotch
Unfair one leg is a hell of a cock block
My ni**a what an anomaly
My ni**a look at the world
My ni**a what a monopoly
Drop tops in the hood and they're sitting on 22's
Ni**a still on section 8though
Tricking on the low for a ho ni**a
Mama at the crib trying to stretch a couple pesos
Couldn't paint a pretty picture with the tears and her makeup
Better get maaco make overs help ni**as make money
But I'ma always talk that James moody
Most rappers these days is actors
And I can't keep watching the same movie
These ni**as keep sharing the same models and these models act like they ain't groupies
I ain't stupid talking duke Ellington count Basie monk and Dave Brubeck
I ain't stupid talking too eloquent
I ain't stutter my ni**a I ain't Ruben
Ginger ale for the hoes in champagne flutes
Tell one of them come pour me a glass
She don't act up she can get this truth
Tell her a**read that while I roll this joint
Ni**a trying to relax
Cause the sh*t don't stop
I ain't trying to relapse
To that whack bullshit
Ni**as better evac when I drop
Cause I swear that this black man ain't gone stop
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz
Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t
Ni**a talk your sh*t
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz
Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t
Ni**a talk your sh*t
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz
Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t
Ni**a talk your sh*t
Talking all that jazz might get you popped
But I ain't gonna stop don't ask
Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face
And a hand in the air like JFK
That Coltrane that Charlie Parker that Charles Mingus
That Frank Sinatra
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz
That Coltrane that Charlie Parker that Charles Mingus
That Frank Sinatra
Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz