Jazz

[Intro]

Drink more water

Or you might die

[Verse 1]

Seven Nine, King Drive, you can picture me rollin'

Bending corners we was headed to the Rasta

Nigga been blessed but a nigga been sick

And a nigga been stressed, so fuck it, I'm a doctor

Self-medicated, ginger ale in the champagne flutes

And I ain't celebratin'

Just cookin' up crack

Where presentation’s everything, tell ‘em wait 'til I plate it

Patience, I'm faded, like outdated denim

Hearin’ it like this ‘bout as rare as cicadas

The boy got some Miles Davis in him, talkin' all that jazz

Tellin' all that truth, nigga talk your shit

Better watch your mouth, better watch your back

Better choose the right way on some fork in the road shit

And, of course, the path less traveled

Fuck I look like followin' your footsteps?

Don't fumble, 'cause this ain't Sunday football

I ain't at home with a footrest

In fact, I'm in front of the back of your head

But I'm comin' from behind, better look left

Look left like where the fuck is he?

You got time on your head, boy

You got time on your head like you wearin' buck fifty

Do it so clean but it's still so filthy, fuck with me

'Cause you already know you fuck niggas

Really can't talk with me

[Chorus]

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth

Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth

Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth

Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit

Talkin' all that jazz might get you popped

But I ain't gon' stop, don't A-S-K

Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face

And a hand in the air like JFK

[Verse 2]

Wait, all in your steam better known as a hotbox

Crack rocks in a square, better known as a block

Impaired tryna' move; that's hopscotch

Unfair one leg is a hell of a cock block

My nigga, what an anomaly

My nigga look at the world, my nigga what a monopoly

Drop tops in the hood, and they're sitting on twenty two's

Nigga still on Section 8 though

Trickin' on the low for a ho, nigga

Mama at the crib tryna stretch a couple pesos

Couldn't paint a pretty picture with the tears and her makeup

Better get MAACO, makeovers help niggas make money

But I'ma always talk that James Moody

Most rappers these days is actors

And I can't keep watchin' the same movie

These niggas keep sharin' the same models and these models act like they ain't groupies

I ain't stupid, talkin' Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Monk and Dave Brubeck

I ain't stupid, talkin' too eloquent

I ain't stutter, my nigga I ain't Ruben

Ginger ale for the hoes in champagne flutes

Tell one of them come pour me a glass

She don't act up, she can get this truth

Tell her ass read that while I roll this joint

Nigga tryna relax, 'cause the shit don't stop

I ain't tryna relapse, to that wack bullshit,

Niggas better evac when I drop

'Cause I swear that this black man ain't gon' stop

Talking all that jazz

[Chorus]

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth

Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth

Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz, tellin' all that truth

Nigga, talk yo' shit, nigga, talk yo' shit

Talkin' all that jazz might get you popped

But I ain't gon' stop, don't A-S-K

Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face

And a hand in the air like JFK

[Outro]

That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker

That Charles Mingus, that Frank Sinatra

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz

That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker

That Charles Mingus, Frank Sinatra

Talkin' all that jazz

Talkin' all that jazz