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  • 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 my lyrics or the tool 'cause 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, 'cause yo, they rhymes is smelly
    See, I got it going on like a Forbes tax return
    Listening 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 (Word!)
    So if ya wanna do it to yourself
    That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
    'Cause you made your bed, so now you lay in it
    That's your **** on the floor, then go and play in it
    I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle
    'Cause 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'll pass with flying colors 'cause yo, I am that brotha that can rock

    Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)
    We've got the jazz, we've got the jazz, come on
    Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)
    We've got the jazz

    Come on, come on, Phife

    No need for introductions 'cause you know who I be
    (The Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MC's
    I got style, grace and razamatazz
    I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo, I add pizzazz, 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 for test or else that ass will get whipped
    I'm forever poppin' junk, it's 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
    'Cause it only takes a beat 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 girl, 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

    Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)
    Come on
    Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 3X)
    We got the jazz, we got the jazz, come on

    I go...woo..., ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, grand groove, grand groove
    Yeah, and it's the beat
    Ah baby, ah baby, ah baby, ah baby
    Go ooh...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...grand groove, grand groove
    Yeah, and it's the beat
    Check it out
    We got the jazz, y'all (Repeat 3X)
    Tear it up, y'all
    1, 2, y'all
    Tear it up, y'all
    We got the jazz, y'all
    Check it out, y'all
    (ad lib)
  • [00:00.30]Woo...grand groove, grand groove (2x)
    [00:18.15]
    [00:20.55]Rough, rough, rugged
    [00:22.36]Tough like a nugget
    [00:23.22]Listen to The Abstract Poetic, don't snub it
    [00:25.70]The midnight marauder is the hype beat arranger
    [00:28.21]Don't front on my lyrics or the tool 'cause it's danger
    [00:30.85]Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey
    [00:33.43]To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky
    [00:36.02]I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties
    [00:38.81]Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny
    [00:41.14]I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly
    [00:43.93]Upset when I rock, 'cause yo, they rhymes is smelly
    [00:46.44]See, I got it going on like a Forbes tax return
    [00:49.00]Listening to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn
    [00:51.48]Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens
    [00:54.23]The skies up above, the one you think of
    [00:56.76]Is the highly regarded, hell of the people
    [00:59.40]Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal (Word!)
    [01:02.61]So if ya wanna do it to yourself
    [01:04.52]That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
    [01:07.03]'Cause you made your bed, so now you lay in it
    [01:09.69]That's your **** on the floor, then go and play in it
    [01:12.41]I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle
    [01:14.91]'Cause yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's ass
    [01:17.63]Into little next to nuthin'
    [01:18.83]Test me if I'm frontin'
    [01:20.11]I'll pass with flying colors 'cause yo, I am that brotha that can rock
    [01:23.12]
    [01:23.48]Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)
    [01:30.40]We've got the jazz, we've got the jazz, come on
    [01:33.46]Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)
    [01:40.62]We've got the jazz
    [01:42.37]
    [01:42.55]Come on, come on, Phife
    [01:43.81]
    [01:44.01]No need for introductions 'cause you know who I be
    [01:46.00](The Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MC's
    [01:48.64]I got style, grace and razamatazz
    [01:50.08]I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo, I add pizzazz, now
    [01:53.63]Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness
    [01:56.55]But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
    [01:59.01]I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw
    [02:01.52]The first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jaw
    [02:04.05]I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff
    [02:06.79]Don't ever try for test or else that ass will get whipped
    [02:09.64]I'm forever poppin' junk, it's like a fat invite
    [02:11.81]To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight
    [02:14.45]Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2
    [02:17.09]Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo
    [02:19.65]All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleep
    [02:22.23]'Cause it only takes a beat to watch that ass get beat
    [02:24.87]Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some
    [02:27.27]Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none
    [02:29.86]Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with
    [02:32.60]Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?
    [02:35.48]I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too?
    [02:38.04]But beatin' on a girl, is somethin' that a puss' would do
    [02:40.54]I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timid
    [02:43.05]Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute
    [02:45.64]
    [02:45.90]Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 4X)
    [02:55.64]Come on
    [02:56.16]Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (Repeat 3X)
    [03:05.05]We got the jazz, we got the jazz, come on
    [03:06.40]
    [03:06.64]I go...woo..., ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, grand groove, grand groove
    [03:13.12]Yeah, and it's the beat
    [03:14.01]Ah baby, ah baby, ah baby, ah baby
    [03:16.88]Go ooh...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...grand groove, grand groove
    [03:22.10]Yeah, and it's the beat
    [03:25.97]Check it out
    [03:26.86]We got the jazz, y'all (Repeat 3X)
    [03:30.86]Tear it up, y'all
    [03:32.21]1, 2, y'all
    [03:33.47]Tear it up, y'all
    [03:34.88]We got the jazz, y'all
    [03:36.05]Check it out, y'all
    [03:37.31](ad lib)