Polish Jazz Songtext
von Chuck Strangers
Polish Jazz Songtext
Can′t find like this, though
Long walks down the Ave with my man
Stomach yellin', "Bitch, this punk rock"
Henny got me feelin′ dumb, opp
Plain clothes, yeah, they making sure the funds stop
Stop and frisk us at the bus stop
Undesirables, we vow to 'em, liable to let you know to suck a dick
My game of life on hall of fame, and bitch, I mastered it
1999 get you a sliver of my lifetime
We watchin' movies bumpin′ white lines
Livin′ very well, dressed for the occasion
Bitch, I'm Melle Mel, it′s going down tonight, I hit your Cеlly Cel
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
Meet me on Lafayette by clientele
Supreme beam, nigga thought he was seeing things
Moment that I walked in, bunch of fly niggas
So you know we snuck the hawk in (bop-bop)
′Cause we ain't with the talkin′
Any beef I ever had, I had to stick a fork in it
Put his soul up for grabs like an auction
Ten bands, 20 bands, we already lost him
Nail in a coffin, he say he ready for war
Let's just pray he ready for what that shit'll cost him
′Cause me, I got a couple hood coupons
My dogs waitin′ just for me to tell 'em what to chew on, nigga
So homie, what is you on?
And I won′t talk about my pockets, that's gon′ take too long
You niggas is walkin' liabilities, literally
Lying is your only ability (sheesh)
I learn, restack wealth with perfect agility
Looking through you niggas wishin′ that you could mirror me
My nigga Chuck bringin' out the killer in me
Gotta pick 'em up so they could never be little MC
From the jump, my nigga never been a stranger
Since we clicked up, we been leavin′ ′em in danger
Yeah
Bada$$ nigga
Fuck they talking 'bout
Like waiting on the-
Waiting on the bus, man
We be on the bus stop
We be on the bus stop for ′bout an hour or so, man
And, and, and by the time one of your partners, he done came by
And you been and got a ride
But the old people, man, they be just sittin' there all day
Tryna wait for a bus
If you, if you are on a bus stop, waiting on a bus
You feel it was never gonna get there
You keep lookin′ out to see if you can get to keep
One eye or other of the car or that bus
See if there's anywhere in the distance
Count how many blocks it is, down
And when you see it, you hopin′ it's the right bus
I know with the red bus, it's just one bus
It′d have to make its rounds around and come back
And if you get there just as it leaves
You have to wait ′til it makes its all around second
Before it'll come back and pick you up
Long walks down the Ave with my man
Stomach yellin', "Bitch, this punk rock"
Henny got me feelin′ dumb, opp
Plain clothes, yeah, they making sure the funds stop
Stop and frisk us at the bus stop
Undesirables, we vow to 'em, liable to let you know to suck a dick
My game of life on hall of fame, and bitch, I mastered it
1999 get you a sliver of my lifetime
We watchin' movies bumpin′ white lines
Livin′ very well, dressed for the occasion
Bitch, I'm Melle Mel, it′s going down tonight, I hit your Cеlly Cel
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
Meet me on Lafayette by clientele
Supreme beam, nigga thought he was seeing things
Moment that I walked in, bunch of fly niggas
So you know we snuck the hawk in (bop-bop)
′Cause we ain't with the talkin′
Any beef I ever had, I had to stick a fork in it
Put his soul up for grabs like an auction
Ten bands, 20 bands, we already lost him
Nail in a coffin, he say he ready for war
Let's just pray he ready for what that shit'll cost him
′Cause me, I got a couple hood coupons
My dogs waitin′ just for me to tell 'em what to chew on, nigga
So homie, what is you on?
And I won′t talk about my pockets, that's gon′ take too long
You niggas is walkin' liabilities, literally
Lying is your only ability (sheesh)
I learn, restack wealth with perfect agility
Looking through you niggas wishin′ that you could mirror me
My nigga Chuck bringin' out the killer in me
Gotta pick 'em up so they could never be little MC
From the jump, my nigga never been a stranger
Since we clicked up, we been leavin′ ′em in danger
Yeah
Bada$$ nigga
Fuck they talking 'bout
Like waiting on the-
Waiting on the bus, man
We be on the bus stop
We be on the bus stop for ′bout an hour or so, man
And, and, and by the time one of your partners, he done came by
And you been and got a ride
But the old people, man, they be just sittin' there all day
Tryna wait for a bus
If you, if you are on a bus stop, waiting on a bus
You feel it was never gonna get there
You keep lookin′ out to see if you can get to keep
One eye or other of the car or that bus
See if there's anywhere in the distance
Count how many blocks it is, down
And when you see it, you hopin′ it's the right bus
I know with the red bus, it's just one bus
It′d have to make its rounds around and come back
And if you get there just as it leaves
You have to wait ′til it makes its all around second
Before it'll come back and pick you up
Writer(s): Jo-vaughn Virginie Scott, Che Jessamy, Reuben Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
