in the air I spied my man Jazz, maxin out with two stone cold freaks "Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?" Now Jazz was a player
Where the hell have you been We've been waiting with our best suits on Hair slicked back and all that jazz Rolling down the Union Jack See you at the
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 stood, now brother
has to fuck him up They say that my projects should undergo therapy We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B Guns imported from Dubra Wheel jazz
many, came to kick away any job Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liable take portion cause I'll fly that head ? Dig the jazz that's closets from
[Chorus] California sunshine, in the summer time [4x] Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that?s what
Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes Union commissioned sex, government intelligence What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant Materialistic, ugly man is plastic No class, in a suit
New York spin it from the wheelchairs With cancer, my voodoo ready to roll Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit HMV at the cash register, girls tryin' to make me buy CD's Soft jazz
up when the sun goes down No, I haven't had the time lately Lately I've been stayin' at home Stayin' at home, stayin' at home Closin' the curtains, play jazz on trombone Jazz on trombone, jazz
named me Dr. Freeze 'Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all have seen The day that rap met R n' B You got the Birdman, Jazze an' me Ay, ay, see, I'm so icey
Edison got a new condo watch me as I settle in I deserve a MTV show for me and my people and if you tryna zone I got a whole swisha suite full rappers
should have named me Dr. Freeze 'Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen Day that rap met R&B We got the Birdman, Jazze and me Ay, ay, see I'm so
take a cursory Glance at the word and see God made the plans of diversity Is there one godly ethnic group In the church should we all wear one polyester suit
, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases No more cross
Alright you bums, listen up Sun tan oil don't go good with a three piece suit You know makes it all oily and stoopid lookin' hu hu Alright all you swing
middle Pitch me Smack dab in the middle Fling me Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes
chili at the jazz club They played a good game of football in Mucron They ripped everyone off at the top rank, babe If you could ever get into their suite
could it be it's me in pursuit about to get a white suit About to get a night job just to keep my mind grounded in you And all that jazz, what else can