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He den stepped on my Jay's
These just came out
He den stepped on my Jay's

I, I, I see you lil' Daddy you look sexy with them j's on
I pull up in
way
Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action
They say when you play with skills, good luck could happen
Let's go
 
(C'mon) It's the Roc
way
Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action
They say when you play with skills, good luck could happen
Let's go
 
(C'mon) It's the Roc
the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you want to fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like
the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you want to fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like
flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
(God damn traffic is getting on my nerve)
(I see your face by the curb)
Goddamn dog I been
the building - oh yeah
(New Jay-Z!)  It's Young, c'mon!

That shit sound like some superhero music right there (okay)
Sound like my theme muh'fucking song
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses blurred
It's like that, and that's the way it is

Huh!

You can see a lot
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C
crew 
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush 
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians 
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
amuk, you're not in a rut
Each and everybody out there, we got the notion

We want to see y'all all in motion

Just shake, wiggle jump up and down
Move
Looking down the barrel of a gun 
All the drinks are free and your ex is gone 
Another day in the sun has got you all fucked up 
Watch out this is
is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you want to f****
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z

20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
diss my dudes
Out of respect I couldn't check my once fist tight crew
Never in front of you, I couldn't get that rude

And I don't give a fuck but I
the hay
She cranks my tractor with just one kiss
Mama it doesn't get any countrier than this 

Now mama I know she didn't grow up on a farm
But she
with them thugs from the are-O-see
Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
H, O V A
The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way
H, O V A
I got my mojo back baby, oh behave

[Jay-Z]
Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version
Pickin' up the pieces, nephews and nieces
Chocolate in a peanut butter cup, called Reese's
Took a little break, for goodness sake
Gotta chill, get ill,
of the Dodge
Out the garage
And my homies riding with me and the battery charged
I talk about the clientele and tell ‘em they won’t be off
I’m off Atlanta
Chicago, I'm trying to do my thing. You know, I got groups. I got
acts I'm trying to get on, and like there wasn't nothin really like
poppin' off the way
corner
I still wanna see California
But this is my world

"It's your world"

Yeah

Life and death law around us
Four pounds and pounds a verb from out
ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two..
Bout
bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
Bout to spit
take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you