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to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long
"Cool.." - Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin
's uh, I think they're called Blue Death Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down here at Gutfest this year I think some of the other bands playing
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
They curve like a pitch in the big leagues They burn with a passion so hot And that is the reason I can't wait to squeeze 'em Them big, big, big titties
better guard your grill homey and stand your ground These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around I never learned even after I took a couple shots I just got me some Band
You dont know where Im from just call it Big Easy Ohhh, yeahh Walking thru new orleans Im from new orleans take a walk thru my city see how we off the
them girls look at dirty, my big tires My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em Let him talk his jazz
about a young boy dealing with the older fellas Promised him the lives you see on TV He ran packs across town like rhyme CD's And big chains, new clothes
"this is a world premier and I'm here.." -> _it's hard being the kane_ [big daddy kane] Nobody move, nobody get hurt And I won't have to
they'll get into The jazz music... jazz music The music called jazz had the razzamatazz It had the flavor, and a lot of pizazz The big band beat was
soda by the pound Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul I want a big jazz band and a hundred dancing
my guitar. Driving a big, long cadillac. And fighting the girls off'n my back. But they just keep a comin, screaming, they love it. So I picked my guitar with a great big
in the days, 1979 Fatback Band made a record usin rhyme In the same year come the Sugarhill Gang With the pow pow boogie, and the big bang bang RandB, Disco, Pop Country Jazz
, and she needs you real bad And sometimes that's all that counts You had a teenage band and flying hands And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big
those kings Now granddad made his living Playing jazz you see But jazz wasn't big around one A.D. So he got himself a job in the palace band Where
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music? Who says a rock band can't play funky? Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah We're gonna play some
