Lyrics:
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, un huh, watch this why'all, come on,watch this why'all, Jigga
Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !
[Kid Capri}
It's Kid
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
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,
featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat
[Jay-Z]
[Scratchin] (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill)
It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah
Yea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit
Shit,
tell 'em, capiche?
I want you to go over there
And if it's what they say it is, you buy it, you bring it back
You can do that you make five grand
tell 'em, capiche?
I want you to go over there
And if it's what they say it is, you buy it, you bring it back
You can do that you make five grand
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
Kill Jay Z, they'll never love you
You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, Jay Z
Fuck Jay Z, I mean, you shot your own brother
How can we
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, un huh, watch this why'all, come on,watch this why'all, Jigga
Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !
[Kid Capri}
It's Kid
And
They showed you how you felt feelings matter
Bruh it's a new world it's a
New world, Barack it's a new world JAY-Z ayy
Don't send killers
At my head,
[Verse 2:]
[Jay-Z:]
I'm a jet fuel abuser, now 7-4 to the 5
Hova's dough is on autopilot, I don't even drive
In the bop with my shoes up, I just took back
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my
that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uh
Think there's been a murder-era-ah-ha-ah
I ah, think there's been a
I, I think
bloody
Just stand back man y'all don't want it
But damn that man I come thru
And do my Grand Theft thang
My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang
My hustle game
a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
[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
Then bring Naughty in
They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied
Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky
And ever since
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