A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz We've Gotre Recording lyrics

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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 the lyrics or the two cuz 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, cuz yo, they beats is smelly
 See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return
 Listenin 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
 So if ya wanna do it to yourself
 That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
 Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it
 That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it
 I refuse to catch a L in a battle
 Cuz 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'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...

 Chorus (Q-Tip):
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X)
 We've got the jazz
 Come on
 Come on, Phife

 Phife:
 No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)
 Yep, the one who loves to snort an MC
 I got style, grace and razamatazz
 I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo
 I add pizazz, 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 to test or else that (ass) will get whipped
 I'm forever poppin junk, its 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
 Cuz it only takes a peek 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 woman, 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

 Q-Tip:
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X)
 Come on
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3X)
 Come on
 I go...woo...grand groove, grand groove
 Ooh...grand groove, grand groove
 Check it out
 We got the jazz y'all (3X)
 (ad lib)

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