I brighten your life like nuclear fission So gimme the life If the punani tight it make you feel alright But back to the mission You couldn't hit if Jazze
lime green Corvette With a flat butt white girl like Pamela Anderson with a Chia Pet Skatin on feces like Wayne Gretzky, yo forget the jazz and thin drums
Raw power, more power, foot to the floor power here we go, here we go Raw power, your power, out on the floor power Drum power, bass power, right in
; Sax: Steve Douglas, Jack Nimitz, Mike Altschol, Dennis Dreith, and John J. Kelson; Jr. Auto Harp: Carol Lee Miller; Percussion: Gene Estes; Drums:
There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get
out. Grindcore, little fury, I feel hot tire. Why is it floating in my beer? Hold what you've got. My big drum on your big face, The one-eyed jazz as
in the game equal about eleven And when I die, I'M GOIN STRAIGHT TO HIP-HOP HEAVEN with MC Trouble and Cowboy rockin the mic and (??) playin the drums
Butterfly searchin for a relax Pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin since
rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) where the drummer at(I
Fresh Prince Ay Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil touch of the bass Not a lot, just a lil' touch Jeff Word word Ay Jeff do me a favor man, Jazz
mind is useless instinct takes control Jam to techno Groove to soul to soul You been arrested Now your being tested The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested Stead drum
Masters at work Touch of jazz, collabo Take time to make time For all things work out so perfectly There is a place i often Close my eyes and drift
Fulton Mall A fighter, that's what you made, now I fight for fun I fight for acme lab rat experiment son Pulsate like a Theremin rigged to big drums
like a boody hole Whether it?s jazz or funk or soul music Folk songs, rock and roll I?m gone use it Beebop, gospel, sample it loop it Bang them drums
PACK FM] We're so lethal, You're see through like peep holes Your style makes no sense, Like whispering to deaf people [V1C: SUBSTANTIAL] Yo the fags talking all that jazz
talkin' about? Okay . . . This is sort of like JAZZ in it's own peculiar way . . . JAZZ IS NOT DEAD, IT JUST SMELLS FUNNY . . . Okay, let's go! George: Yeah, man, JAZZ
This was a scene, that our forefathers knew Go get your crew, I know they'll get into the jazz music... jazz music The music called jazz had the razzamatazz