The beat sound like a beautiful brown sister Crossing a street attitude but shes still sweet Underneath that hard shell a southern belle I smile at her let her know that I mean well Shes seen hell, most have She keeps the same ice grill as she hail a cab I laugh and walk past, I mean no harm But the frown gonna wrinkle your face In a place where nobody notices Focused on their own space The rat race, the fast pace Wouldnt blink if you walked past naked Drop some money on the floor theyre gonna take it Selfabsorbed and selfassured Till they get knocked off their axis but toll hikes and taxes Its just typical day in any big city USA Now lets ride through the Metropolis [Natalya vocalize] Cause there aint no stoppin us just jazz thing New York, New York big city of dreams LA, LA big city of dreams Chitown, Chitown big city of dreams Its a jazz thing its a jazz thing Still The beat sound like a warm sunday afternoon Lemonade on the porch in the middle of june Back when kids played in the street Back when everyone you seen you greet This is the birth of a renaissance That old Sax 5th ave flow its ambience And Gas like that rap Roy Hargrove And me Im that rap Nat King Cole Smooth crooner Lady killer, Seat filler Headliner, Band Leader, Kiss stealer The one that got you movin to the beat Head nodding in your seat, twostepping with you feet And rest in peace to GURU Cause this is Jazzmatazz for the new school And Im true blue, plus im too cool Check my videos on YouTube, and just ride to it And maybe you could vibe to it No maybes though... Rio, Rio big city of dreams Madrid, Madrid big city of dreams Buenos Aires... Its a jazz thing Yeah vocalize Its a jazz thing Definition of the jazz thing
jazz, city, madrid, vocalize, big