Gas-Lab - Jazz Hop lyrics

### The beat sound like a beautiful brown sister Crossing a street - attitude - but she's still sweet Underneath that hard shell a southern belle I smile at her let her know that I mean well She's 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 Wouldn't blink if you walked past naked Drop some money on the floor - they're gonna take it Self-absorbed and self-a**ured Till they get knocked off their axis but toll hikes and taxes It's just typical day in any big city USA Now let's ride through the Metropolis [Natalya: vocalize] Cause there ain't 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 it's ambience And Gas like that rap Roy Hargrove And me - I'm that rap Nat King Cole Smooth crooner Lady k**er, Seat filler Headliner, Band Leader, Kiss stealer The one that got you movin' to the beat Head nodding in your seat, two-stepping with you feet And rest in peace to GURU Cause this is Jazzmatazz for the new school And I'm true blue, plus i'm too cool Check my videos on YouTube, and just ride to it And maybe you could vibe to it No maybe's 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