Lyrics:
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z
Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo !
Verse One: Jay-Z
As a young and dumb man, gun in
running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause
but this love will override it
And I ain't say a thing yeah you know I'm still silent
Huncho Jack up in my speakers it's the Wild Wild West
I ain't got
Let this nigga run around untie
I swear to god, you know the type that talk wild
But nigga's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom
You know Jay Z's
wild trying to rearrange other artist's
Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause
didn't need your help I was overly hungry
Now I help myself and I'm so bloody comfy
I'm sure they had z's on jay till hov became great
They had twisted
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"]
what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
rolling with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she
your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head
I get crazy
No not like jay z
This shit get hazy
I get crazy, I get crazy
Stop alert this bitch
Can't say I snuck em yeah we won't forget
they talk
the homie man, sorry no
Fuck JAY-Z
Yes we bout to Sqad this thing out, baby
Is y'all ready to squad wit' me
Then throw yo guns in the air muhfucka
If you
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
niggas by one
Serve up the nigga like chicken no churches
I'll shoot yo ass in the middle of church bitch
Them niggas playing now you in A hearse bitch
niggas by one
Serve up the nigga like chicken no churches
I'll shoot yo ass in the middle of church bitch
Them niggas playing now you in A hearse bitch
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
There's a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier spot in the dale
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in
than just a little somethin'
Come face the facts
There's no future in frontin'
You can't do the Jaz and Jay-Z nothin'
Pumpin' like the 88 E Class
a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
[Beanie Sigel]
Be -Sig' Fred
There's a church in the valley by the wildwood
No lovelier spot in the dale
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in
permission
Saying it is her power, Jay
She' the Fallen Church Girl
She shows in every way, Jay
As if you care about your soul, ey
Then go to hell with hell,
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