DamnLyrics - The center provides all the lyrics

Wonder Why - Milt Jackson



     
Page format: Left Center Right
Direct link:
BB code:
Embed:

Wonder Why Lyrics


Don't wonder why my hours long and I never tire
Because a nigga grind well exceeded a 9 to 5
Who fear a 9 to 5, seein' me again
I came through with diseased semen on my pen
That's A.I.D.S. to the ill, L.A to the tilly
East coast steal them W's that's raised up for real
Fellatio fetish, broads know me where I live
Brought dimes from Brazil, fuck the currency, ya dig?
Still they wonder how I seem so confident
One can seem pompous, me and you just need to talk a bit
I ain't your regular rapper who just be talkin' shit
Listen to it a little closer, hear the gospel in it
I rhyme a noodle through the studio it's hallelujah
You dudes peep too early like [unverified]
I should rhyme in the sewer , Pep

Enjoy the lyrics !!!

Milton "Bags" Jackson (January 1, 1923 – October 9, 1999) was an American jazz vibraphonist, usually thought of as a bebop player, although he performed in several jazz idioms. He is especially remembered for his cool swinging solos as a member of the Modern Jazz Quartet and his penchant for collaborating with several hard bop and post-bop players. A very expressive player, Jackson differentiated himself from other vibraphonists in his attention to variations on harmonics and rhythm. He was particularly fond of the twelve-bar blues at slow tempos.

Read more about Milt Jackson on Last.fm.


User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License and may also be available under the GNU FDL.

View All

Milt Jackson