Ronald Bruner Jr - YJG lyrics

While others floss Jay-Z I floss Coltrane and that nasty thang with doves on it While your woman stares at me dreamin' of us love jonesin' Cellphonin' and politickin' while eatin' fried chicken My hands slowly slip over the black and whites Like the ghetto bird at night Ba**man understands my ghetto blues And how it comes in hues; Of light and dark skinned women Her African curves All the venom And the way she moves them; The poison So to moisten her jelly-roll I tell her that the water gets muddy down south She replied that if I wanted her strange fruit; I should start blowin' Not knowin' I was as smooth as a sax dude in Fubu; With cornrows I caressed the tips of her toes It wouldn't be long before She would find a solo from my trombone Moved slowly 'cuz the chorus came in ooh's and aah's First four quarter notes It was- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Then a half note- Ooooh, and then a pause I knew I had come To point that I could beat like a ba** drum; And I did First lightly tapping her hi-hat Every once in a while Hearing a loud blare As I felt against her snare But the t- t- k- came faster To three quarter time And it was T- t- t-, t- t- t-, t- t- t- And it became Inchworm, inchworm Measuring the marigolds Then a loud cymbal crash As I felt her climax Not once but twice The second time was rough; Made her turn 'round and look at me Like "where you come from?" I told her "we come From juke joints and small clubs; Barely big enough for three folks While my saxophone screams Like the typical negro dreams Full of agony and pain That bring the sunshine again Sadness and joy That made me shy and coy But it was mostly my hip-hop defiance; From being a Young Jazz Giant."