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    "Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording][Version]" Lyrics

    A Tribe Called Quest

    Rough, rough, rugged
    Tough like a nugget
    Listen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it
    The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger
    Dont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger
    Hook you like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey
    To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky
    I get down, down like a fly hookers panties
    Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny
    I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly
    Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly
    See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return

    Listenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn
    Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens
    The skies up above, the one you think of
    Is the highly regarded, hell of the people
    Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal
    So if ya wanna do it to yourself
    That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
    Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it
    Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it
    I refuse to catch a L in a battle
    Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)
    Into little next to nuthin
    Test me if Im frontin
    Im passin flyin colors cuz yo

    Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
    We've got the jazz
    Come on

    Come on, Phife

    No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)
    Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs
    I got style, grace and razamatazz
    Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo
    I add pizazz, now
    Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness
    But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
    Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw
    The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw
    Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff
    Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped
    Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite
    To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight
    Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2
    Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo
    All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep

    Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat
    Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some
    Wanna be hero, but youre a zero, that means you gets none
    Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with
    Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?
    Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?
    But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do
    I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid
    Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute

    Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
    Come on
    Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
    Come on
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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