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the maestro - jazzie redd lyrics

[verse 1: jazzie redd]
introducing the maestro, up in your eyesore
you can see me clearly like bill do you feel me?
paid a lot of deuces k.t.s.u
drunk a lot of brew smoked a fat spliff or two
but now it’s 94 and
open up the do’ and
feel the spectacular tactic from a pro and
internationally known claimed fame for my dope fiend joint
but listen as i flaunt style it’s what you want
giving a new direction to the industry my sh*t is what you made it
n*ggas can’t fade it, i’ve waited
long enough for this type of bullsh*t to happen
a n*gga gettin’ paid for his rappin’
but moving right along as i prove my point
on the song it’s the joint and i’m the maestro and yo
i moved right along, i proved my point
on thе song it’s the joint and i’m the maestro and yo

[hook: goldie don]
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[verse 2: jazzie redd]
back in 1990 i went to california but before you go to cali let me warn ya
n*ggas’ll try to d*ck you like they d*cked me but, now i do the d*ckin’
i flip like wilson and, now i do the pickin’
got a solid contract in the back, of my briefcase
ride around in benzes with my n*gga mr. scarface
stone is the label, i’m able, to say we
all stick together, we’re better, and hey, e
remember back in ’86 when we was flowing right
you and me, king t, and my cousin ike
i never thought that we would make a platinum lp
but how the f*ck you figure when you kick the sh*t that sell g?
n*ggas running off, at the mouth, of the south, from the ward
thinking that they hard, thinking that they god’s gift to this rap sh*t
but little do they know
i’m the one and only motherf*ckin’ maestro
[hook: goldie don]
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[verse 3: jazzie redd]
i’m a motherf*cking maestro, truth enough but yo
let me do enough, rough stuff to prove that i’m tough
i’m a bad motherf*cker like i say it jazzie redd is the best down in texas
east coast n*ggas try and catch this flavor if you can
i got fans in j*pan, and all through texas
even in my neighborhood, little kids love me
because they know the flavors good
i’m more than local, sort of international
dabbled into politics, listen how my bass kicks
catch me, no more try ‘n’ catch me if you can
i took your number one billboard spot and ran
in 1994 i left the herd out the gate
when to [?] made a funky dub plate
lyrics, i got a bunch of lyrics in my basket
i talk a lot of gun*talk suckas better walk
i stole the show, i clock a lot of dough
but what did you expect from a ten*year*pro?
simple, this rhyme is kind of simple but simplicity is only for publicity rewind it if you’re missing me
jazzie, motherf*cking redd coming back like a pro
those other n*ggas move too slow
but moving right along as i prove my point
on the song it’s the joint i’m the maestro and yo
[outro: goldie don & [?]]
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