And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed My destructive side has grown a mile wide Understand once he was a family man So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the

Tell 'em that is my birthday When I party like that Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me Every night's my birthday They don't know, so it's okay Jazz it up, jazz it up Happy as can be, falling into you, falling into me How do

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out

But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way My daddy was a bank robber And he loved to steal your money So he came to jazz it up Some is rich, and some is poor And that's the way the world is But I don't believe in laying back Sayin' how bad