Jazz weve Got re-recording Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Jazz weve Got re-recording Lyrics

    Q-tip:
    Woo...grand groove, grand groove (2x)

    Rough, rough, rugged
    Tough like a nugget
    Listen to the abstract poetic, don't snub it
    The midnight marauder is the hype beat arranger
    Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger
    Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey
    To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because i'm funky
    I get down, down like a fly hooker's 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 it's 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
    That's 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 i'll whup a rapper's (ass)
    Into little next to nuthin
    Test me if i'm frontin
    I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...

    Chorus (q-tip):
    Who got the jazz? (we've got the jazz) (7x)
    We've got the jazz
    Come on
    Come on, phife

    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
    I'm like my girl patrice rushen, yo
    I add pizazz, now
    Most people remember phife from the phife like smoothness
    But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
    I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw
    The first punk that tries to flex, i'll be cracking your jaw
    I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff
    Don't ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped
    I'm 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, don't 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 you're a zero, that means you gets none
    Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with
    Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?
    I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too?
    But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do
    I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that i'm timid
    Not really a gangsta rapper but i can swing it for a minute

    Q-tip:
    Who got the jazz? (we've got the jazz) (3x)
    Come on
    Who got the jazz? (we've got the jazz) (3x)
    Come on
    I go...woo...grand groove, grand groove
    Ooh...grand groove, grand groove
    Check it out
    We got the jazz y'all (3x)
    (ad lib)

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