YJG Young Jazz Giants

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
Bassman 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 bass drum;
And I did