Letra de YJG

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
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."