Lyrics:
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
"Aloha baby, word life
You're looking fly"
I said "My name is Jaz, and you did amaze me"
When she said "The rapper?" "yeah
Me and partner Jay-Z"
My
clean the place up
Again
Left from the M to make me a M
I was playing man i'm chilling with them
Just knew I had to go create a gem
Like Jay Z mixed with
can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back blastin' that good ol hip-hop
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope
to repeat
Just know baby is to me
What Jay-Z is to B
Like what Swayze is to Lisa
It’s craziest to me
But
Maybe you could see the
Craziness in me
SMS texting
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
on n***a'z like my name rocky ( Rocky)
B***h's talk to much but they say I'm cocky (cocky)
On my soul Im really really rich (Rich)
Why You thought I brought
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
a lot of rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay-Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a very big shoe
[Jay-Z:]
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z
Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like
different ma you see em' passing out bars (lets go)
The definition of a jet setter I'm hip hop still living like a good fella'
Castle and crooks sweater
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
I don't mean no harm
I'm a be your lucky charm
Herryporter on the block
Jay Z, Yeezy go ham
Im high as a motherf*****
let this ***** know who I am
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
Yeah Jay-z I'm callin you out, you suck, you hang out wit 50 cent 'cause you're not worth a dollar buck. And for chammillionaire you horrible and even
H-Town E.S.G., H-Town, going down, ooh
Oh yeah (know we talking bout)
Ay, ay
I'm out, H-Town
These niggaz, need to know what I'm talking
money, n***a why is you lying
B***h I can't stop till I'm flying in private
Off white my feet I got it
Im switching lanes in a Mazi
I need a 3 gram wood
to the plug to cop some work and bring it back
I had to get it by my lonely cause they never had my back
Ain’t nobody give me s**t b***h I got it out the trap
of bustdowns
Lil nigga from the trenches better calm down
H-A-Z-Z-Y
My nigga you know I'm from H-Town
Shawty peeped the drip
And since I'm up she wanna love now
yo, true, stick it on me
I started smoking to prove I'm an adult
Now it's a habt but is it all my fault
I wished my mother would have told me the truth
dans l'tieks
Et j'étais tout seul dans l'bails
Et j'étais tout seul dans l'del
On veut le capital à Jay Z
La paire de fesses a Beyoncé
Sa sort les cross
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
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