D7 - Jazzland Lyrics

Woo! Woo! Woo Woo!
Yuh! Yuh! Yuh !Yuh!
D7! D7! D7!
Shoutout my nigga Henny man (Lets get it!)
Seven a Savage
Seven not average
La

D7 the man
Making shit hot like a tan
Tha' glizzy Ricola
You better cough up ya ends
Stay with my dawgs
They ready to spin
They do it for fun
In the home of the jazz
New Orleans tha' land
D7 the man,
Making shit hot like a tan
Tha' glizzy Ricola
You better cough up ya ends
Stay with my dawgs
They ready to spin
They do it for fun
In the home of the jazz
New Orleans tha' land

You are tha'
Ad-lib of
Sheck Wes
B***h! (B***h!)
I am what
I am yeah
Self made like
A Lego set
UH!
Four seasons this Seven weather
Spit it better than
Biggie in Coogi sweaters
Black robin jean like I'm Batman
If you had bands
You wont find em ever
Still I be in the jungle
Move like The Predator
In the cut
Keep a blade for my weapon
Who the f**k is these f**k niggas testin
Not Seven b***h I move with aggression
Yeah
Shhh no tellin'
No noise (Noise)
Get the silencer or that la' boy (Boy)
Know they deep so I planted the bomb (Bomb)
Treat the streets like it's search and destroy
Play with ya' fee
La' brudda' don't play with me
Tha' band pullin' up' in a van
They shooting ain't talking bout scenes
Start a ghetto symphony on ya' street
Catch a body go to church every week
Typa niggas that my city it breed (Yeah)
Jazzland anybody could get it
Only real niggas stay in them trenches
Well, why you not here hopping fences?
I'm lowkey and I'm bout bands
But if need be I'll go Son of Sam
Got d**n
Bop!

D7 the man,
Making shit hot like a tan
Tha' glizzy Ricola
You better cough up ya ends
Stay with my dawgs
They ready to spin
They do it for fun
In the home of the jazz
New Orleans tha' land

D7 the man
Making shit hot like a tan
Tha' glizzy Ricola
You better cough up ya ends
Stay with my dawgs
They ready to spin
They do it for fun
In the home of the jazz
New Orleans tha' land

Bop!
Bop!
Bop!
Bop!
Bop!
Bop!