radio Living to play, you know Down on jazz street (meet me down on jazz street, yeah) This ain't your hollywood They really do it good Down on jazz street Down on jazz street
on Jazz Street They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet on Jazz Street All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street on Jazz Street on Jazz Street
번역: 딕시 랜드 재즈 그룹. 빌 스트리트 블루스.
번역: 조 엘리. 재즈 스트리트.
[Fresh Prince: talking] Yeah, and here we go [people talking in background] Break down 'Til the beat go 'Til the beat go Break down 'Til the beat go [
And even if it's hot outside he wears it anyway He's home when I'm awake but he shows up when I sleep I can't believe that there's a nightmare on my street
it's hot, outside he wears it anyway! He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep I can't believe that there's a nightmare - on my street
Solo come un cane vivo in Baygon street muoio di zanzare... ma tu mi hai visto peggio di cosi... Perche ogni tanto vado sulla luna e quando torno non
Silence, a marathon runner jogs up to the camera, a seven on his shirt. Jazzy music starts, numbers 1-10 flash on jazzy background. Two hands up,
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
what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street
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
, baby I'm gonna kiss you goodbye and go right through that doorway So long, I'm leaving This is the last time we'll meet on the street going your way
's sincere And you like to find a way to show The things that words can say (Why don't you give love on Christmas day) Oh, the man on the street on a
Criticize that, why is that? 'Cuz Nas' rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz
it wasn't for my music tell me were would I be were would I be probably standin' on the hot block sellin' crack rock runnin' them streets runnin' them streets
my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat 'cause when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace
jazz bands, marijuana Hipsters, peace and junk and dreams Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements Holy the cafeterias filled with the millions Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets
