Lirik Lagu Jazz (We've Got...)(Re-recording) - A Tribe Called Quest
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Q-Tip:Woo...Grand groove, grand groove (2X)
Rough, rough, ruggedTough like a nuggetListen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub itThe Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arrangerDon't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's dangerHook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkeyTo the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funkyI get down, down like a fly hooker's pantiesMake you catch a spirit and motivate a fannyI be the fly poet, rappers, they get jellyUpset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smellySee, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax returnListenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burnBaby burn, baby burn, up into the heavensThe skies up above, the one you think ofIs the highly regarded, hell of the peopleYour mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equalSo if ya wanna do it to yourselfThat is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourselfCuz you made your bed, so now you lay in itThat's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in itI refuse to catch a 'L' in a battleCuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass)Into little next to nuthinTest me if I'm frontinI'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...
Chorus (Q-Tip):Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X)We've got the jazzCome onCome on, Phife
Phife:No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCsI got style, grace and razamatazzI'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yoI add pizazz, nowMost people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothnessBut now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudenessI'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come rawThe first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jawI'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliffDon't ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whippedI'm forever poppin junk, its like a fat inviteTo any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonightGel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn ZooAll my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleepCuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beatBrothas wanna play rough, but they can all get someWanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets noneDon't ever try to step to a kid you can't get withWhy 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 doI love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timidNot 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 onWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X)Come onI go...woo...grand groove, grand grooveOoh...grand groove, grand grooveCheck it outWe got the jazz y'all (3X)(ad lib)
Rough, rough, ruggedTough like a nuggetListen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub itThe Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arrangerDon't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's dangerHook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkeyTo the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funkyI get down, down like a fly hooker's pantiesMake you catch a spirit and motivate a fannyI be the fly poet, rappers, they get jellyUpset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smellySee, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax returnListenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burnBaby burn, baby burn, up into the heavensThe skies up above, the one you think ofIs the highly regarded, hell of the peopleYour mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equalSo if ya wanna do it to yourselfThat is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourselfCuz you made your bed, so now you lay in itThat's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in itI refuse to catch a 'L' in a battleCuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass)Into little next to nuthinTest me if I'm frontinI'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...
Chorus (Q-Tip):Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X)We've got the jazzCome onCome on, Phife
Phife:No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCsI got style, grace and razamatazzI'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yoI add pizazz, nowMost people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothnessBut now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudenessI'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come rawThe first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jawI'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliffDon't ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whippedI'm forever poppin junk, its like a fat inviteTo any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonightGel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn ZooAll my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleepCuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beatBrothas wanna play rough, but they can all get someWanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets noneDon't ever try to step to a kid you can't get withWhy 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 doI love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timidNot 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 onWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X)Come onI go...woo...grand groove, grand grooveOoh...grand groove, grand grooveCheck it outWe got the jazz y'all (3X)(ad lib)
