Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors
more Oh, let me tell you about the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Remember when you were a madman? Thought you was Batman and hit the party with a gas can Kiss
busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby I'm gonna kiss you goodbye
[Verse 1] The world is mine but it ain't no cakewalk getting signed getting my chance to shine who really has my interests in mind why you shovin' me
town goin' hard, read my hips Slap my thighs, swing my hair Squint my eyes Lookin' hot, smellin' good Groovin' like I'm from the hood Over my shoulder
feelin' it, the funky Cypress Hill shit People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?" They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money I take control, no need to blow my
slam check the cheers So we greet their virgin ears with a kiss It's so good to be here We jazz up the streets to prove we have beats Fat jazz fat style
joints that got us ghetto weight And also kept the jazz alive by pullin' off the plates Maybe only we was hip to stretchin' out the brain I felt Bird Parker when I shot it in my
down, from the boogie with no fake Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits Parlayin? where Malcolm
I kiss a licorice and any miss I wish to kiss or else I diss like this So I step to the left, drop the mic, catch my breath then, watch the Foreign Object
you get up off your feet Shake the dust out of your shoes City lights and all my jazz All my demonstrations too Here in my head I hear you say Here in my
, 1, 2, 1, 2 (Cassidy) 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 mic check (Jazze, fezzay, leezay) 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 (Swiss beats) To my supa fly girls
, big titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz
' on I'll keep holdin' on (I'ma keep holdin' on) I'll keep holdin' on Well, hello my honey [unverified] dips [unverified] See I'm back from my trip,
off The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads 'cause I shave my
up Get up, everybody get up Spinderella my DJ's a turntable trooper My partner Pepa she's a power booster Word to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya Don't take my
tell U what 2 feel (Don't U) Don't be surprised if I make U my daily meal Lickin' U inside, outside, all sides up and down With my tongue in the crease
the blues become my only song, I concentrate on you. On your smile so sweet, so tender, When at first my kiss you declined, (your kiss I declined) On
