Lyrics:
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
make her eat a Plan B
Im trying to rock the whole nation like Im signed to Jay-z
Im tryna rock the whole nation cant name a place i cant go
Shawty
nineties
You know, a good walk can be a first degree offense
Kicking up the dirt as I pull up my skirt
When I walk by, bitch, they all on alert
Chat
[Jay-Z]
I thought this was America people!
Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh?
That's how we workin huh? Okay
Before me there was
"Chłopaki nie płaczą" razem z Januszem
Stokłosą i Grzegorzem
Markowskim stworzył piosenkę do
Serialu "Ekstradycja"
Jego własna "Wariatka z miasta Wariatkowa"
spoglądać w chmury kolor mleczny jest
Jay Z kupił sobie wielki błękit
Kawał nieba podziel się kawałem serca
Mknę niebo oceanem jak poeta w wierszach
Wyczuwam
Bastiamo solo io e te
Vinciamo solo io e te
Ridiamo solo io e te
Come Jay-Z e Beyoncé
Quando soffri e ci ripenso cosa porti nel mio tempio
Credo che
by my own orders (haha)
I'm my own rewarder (oooh)
J'z and Jogger'z (ayee)
Boutta get my next order (okay)
Shawty throw it on me like she got my
(Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime, ayy, ayy)
I put bitches to sleep with no NyQuill (uh-huh)
Knock her
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
Like
Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z, Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
to continue(Oh!)
Super Ugly
[Jay-Z Laughing]
[Nas Voice:]
I dont give a fuck
All I really know is yo ho wants to be with me
and she aint playin
believe what im
[Pac]
Damn...
what I`ma do now?
When I get free...
Oh s***!
[Jay]
Get free...
Yeah yeah
[Chorus: x2]
When I get free, motherf***ers
were still my baby
I wish one day we could make it work, maybe
JB, girl you were my lady
MJ to my SpiderMan
Yoncé to my Jay-Z
Though you drove me crazy
może zwisać nam jak ta mona lisa
Punche bijące jakby mógłby to by Jay Z pisał takie
Nie kłam dziwko dalej że się przygizdrałem
Nie miej wyobrażeń z głębi
wit jay-z 'cause he sux and he's lazy, his rhymes are weak and crazy, like mike jones on 24's I still tip, I go bigger than Jay-z's and Fantasia's lips.
Berlin Praga nie Warszawa to Wrocław
Four Seven One stolica z dolnego Śląska
Życie nie łatwe trzeba temu sprostać
Lecz są możliwości nawet by zacząć od
at a
Mary J Blige concert
With an "I love Mary" shirt, then find Jay-Z
And push him into a dancer, hopefully
They lock lips
That's when I yell out, "Sounwave
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
a drive-by
And I don’t even watch power, but I got 50 in this Tommy, send ‘em all high
And I’m a big dog, cant kick it with no small fries
Feel like Jay-Z, I
lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much
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