or night; Only know it's soundin' right; So come on in and play me Le Jazz Hot, baby, 'Cause I love my Jazz Hot Le Jazz... Hooooooooooooooooooot! Le Jazz Hot
, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for
have yo body hot you'll need a fire truck. So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that anime. Today i'm shittin on rappers so I call em Jazze Pha.
can take all my well check's,Leave my health Cause i cant count all this money think i need some help, It's the franchise of zone 6 no jazze cheif i got
my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot
On and on and on and on [3x] I want that old thing back. I?m a bring it back blood Come follow me Listen likkle hip hop jazz and r&b ?Care make the struggle
I love music(what kind of music) (Chorus 2x) We love the reggae and jazz and rock and roll could be cool alternative too we love the rhythm and blues
Then they played it jazz time To a buck and wing Once again it sweep the nation Now they call it swing When singers used to sing They would go hot
school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
can handle this I'm about to break you off H-town goin' hard, read my hips Slap my thighs, swing my hair Squint my eyes Lookin' hot, smellin' good Groovin
Dude from the South) Yo, whassup dawg? Yo, ain't you Dwele, man? Man, you got a nice lil' girl right there witcha, too. She hot, man. Where y'all from
i got change Or shall i say i got paper Stacked money tall as skyscrapers Hater's you fly i fly paper She pop that thang she get that She make it hot
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin' down On a different color whip, whip, whip Picture perfect, you might wanna take a Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick Call up Jazze
them hoes to face him back got a left nut and a face of cash Ying Yang Twis and them Dirty boys on the top gun shot-gun left ya jazz Drop like this bitch
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell) Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking
Darren on my back Brooklyn in my blood and butters on the track I got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways Clouds of purple haze keep me in a daze The jazz
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
red hot It's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot New York, it's red hot It's red hot