it's the world famous az show
party at the yellow house
how you feel around some made cats
conversating like some more pimps caught in the mix
wasn't taught shit stressed out supporting your bitch
easing my mind with white wine
sqeezing my nine the right time
feds almost bagged the god twice
bizare nights move on the grace of allah's light
feeling like christ with the army type
cons be writing knowing my life is based upon the hype
burning incense with intents to school the infants
so for those that chose to listen
far from the stress of night pains
hey az won't you play that song
hey az won't you play that song
so many deaf and blind got caught up and left behind
i guess bacardi lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine
me and the crew in the gold b.m. o.d-ing
blowing through the sweet night breeze
anything's better besides a tight squeeze
even my pieces pushing nice v's
hoping soon one be the wifey
helping to purge and sell
being trained young from hatred
trapped in the arms of satan
trying to map ways of escaping
only the chosen move sincere
pass on jewels as souvenirs
hey az won't you play that song
hey az won't you play that song
knock me off my dog gone shoes
it's all a brand new begining
amongst the madness and maintain
the message involved remain plain
we all strive for nice living
some pay the price others spend nights in prison
hoping my peoples peep the problem
we each disolving trying to make moves to keep from starving
hey az won't you play that song
hey az won't you play that song
hey az won't you play that song
hey az won't you play that song
hey az won't you play that song