[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Just cooking up crack, where presentation’s everything, tell ‘em wait 'til I plate it Patience, I'm faded, like outdated denim Hearin’ it like this ‘bout as rare as cicadas, the boy got some Miles Davis in him Talkin' all that jazz
[Interlude] Telling 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
[Verse 2] 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 coming 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 wearing 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 really talk with me
[Bridge] (x3) Talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz Telling all that truth, nigga talk your shit Nigga talk your shit
[Hook] Talking all that jazz might get you popped But I ain't gonna 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 3] Wait, all in your steam better known as a hotbox Crack rocks in a square, better known as 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 22's; nigga still on section 8 though Tricking on the low for a ho nigga, mama at the crib trying to 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 watching the same movie These niggas keep sharing the same models and these models act like they ain't groupies I ain't stupid, talking Duke Ellington, Count Bassie, Monk and Dave Brubeck I ain't stupid, talking 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 trying to relax Cause the shit don't stop, I ain't trying to relapse To that whack bullshit, Niggas better evac When I drop, cause I swear that this black man ain't gon' stop talking all that jazz
[Bridge] (x3) + [Hook]
[Outro] That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker, that Charles Mingus That Frank Sinatra Talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz That Coltrane, that Charlie Parker, that Charles Mingus That Frank Sinatra Talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz Talking all that jazz, talking all that jazz Talking all that jazz, talking all that jazzTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
