A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics

Album: Love Movement

Jazz (We've Got...)(Re-recording) Lyrics

Q-Tip: 

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 slaugher MCs 

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) 

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