Texty:
Breathe All That Jazz

wayside All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz Keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz Keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on All that jazz, that

listen to the rhyme when the guitar wails if all else fails just remember that I'm the stitch that holds together all this shit which makes everyone of y'all

to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless the mic

with Snoop Lyin' to you to get thrilled Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother wanna know Smokin' that stink

find necks like nooses That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on beat Damn, that loop is tight That nigga

'cause me tallywhacker suckin' is all U want All it means is that the one that come before me never made U come U should do that, baby Do that, baby

Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit, love, love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that know what I mean? Massaging these melodies put that

to do One thing (Set it off)' I started on the left And I had to take him to the right He was out of breath But he kept on dancin' all night [Pre-hook

a sinister character loading that 44 caliber Infrared aimed at your jugular Who the fuck are you? nobody cares You just be another nigga that needs repairs Talking to all them niggas shitting And all them faggots that