Jazz

Lyrics

[Intro] Drink more water Or you might die [Verse 1] Seven Nine, King Drive, you can picture me rollin' Bending corners we was headed to the Rasta Nigga been blessed but a nigga been sick And a nigga been stressed, so fuck it, I'm a doctor Self-medicated, ginger ale in the champagne flutes And I ain't celebratin' Just cookin' up crack Where presentation's everything, tell 'em wait 'til I plate it Patience, I'm faded, like outdated denim Hearin' it like this 'bout as rare as cicadas The boy got some Miles Davis in him, talkin' all that jazz Tellin' all that truth, nigga talk your shit Better watch your mouth, better watch your back Better choose the right way on some fork in the road shit And, of course, the path less traveled Fuck I look like followin' 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 comin' from behind, better look left Look left like where the fuck is he? You got time on your head, boy You got time on your head like you wearin' buck fifty Do it so clean but it's still so filthy, fuck with me 'Cause you already know you fuck niggas Really can't talk with me [Chorus] Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit Talkin' all that jazz might get you popped But I ain't gon' stop, don't A-S-K Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face And a hand in the air like JFK [Verse 2] Wait, all in your steam better known as a hotbox Crack rocks in a square, better known as a block Impaired tryna' move; that's hopscotch Unfair one leg is a hell of a cock block My nigga, what an anomaly My nigga look at the world, my nigga what a monopoly Drop tops in the hood, and they're sitting on twenty two's Nigga still on Section 8 though Trickin' on the low for a ho, nigga Mama at the crib tryna stretch a couple pesos Couldn't paint a pretty picture with the tears and her makeup Better get MAACO, makeovers help niggas make money But I'ma always talk that James Moody Most rappers these days is actors And I can't keep watchin' the same movie These niggas keep sharin' the same models and these models act like they ain't groupies I ain't stupid, talkin' Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Monk and Dave Brubeck I ain't stupid, talkin' too eloquent I ain't stutter, my nigga 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 ass read that while I roll this joint Nigga tryna relax, 'cause the shit don't stop I ain't tryna relapse, to that wack bullshit, Niggas better evac when I drop 'Cause I swear that this black man ain't gon' stop Talking all that jazz [Chorus] Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit Talkin' all that jazz might get you popped But I ain't gon' stop, don't A-S-K Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face And a hand in the air like JFK [Outro] That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker That Charles Mingus, that Frank Sinatra Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker That Charles Mingus, Frank Sinatra Talkin' all that jazz Talkin' all that jazz