Lyrics:
of course mine what
Never cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Here it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but Jay-Z
Charge it to the game
Kissing babies shaking hands now niggas know my name
Give a fuck about some fame
Jigga Jay Z in a world full of Dames
Go ask
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
some ice
I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga
He got that magic stick that make my
dissin' Tech, that was not a shot at 2 Chainz or to Jay-Z
They probably feel the same way because lately
Instead of us being credited for longevity
Hell Na i got jigga goals
Lean back in the chair and blow my smoke in the air
Yea this tree sack sweet like pears
And I roll up by the pair
Eyes glazed
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z
Coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
[Jay-Z]
What, tssh, why'all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh
Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh
The G, Roc-A-Fella why'all
Who be, in a Japanese
featuring Coko Jay Z
Huh cheer
Understand this right uh
How real is this cheers
Jon B. Coko Jigga
Uh huh understand what we tryin to do
*dice game intro*
jay z:
uhh, uhh
uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
hah, how real is this?
uhh, uhh, how real is this?
what? uhh, what?
uhh
verse one jay z:
we
Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like
The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes
80 degrees only thing to cool him off
Is a Malibu Bay Breeze"
Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
Changing Faces, Jay Z, R Kelly
Uh, yeah, Jigga, uhu changing Faces
How we do yo, all of my rhymes for
All of my days I trade
All of my dimes and all
here..
[Jay-Z]
check it
check check
check it out now
Ayo brothers get bagged and borrowed
still feel sorrow when Jay-Z like zorrow
gettin that ass better
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
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
on corners like Jigga
Ain't like a regular, you caught me I differ
Two raps on this durag I'm a Shlaat
This boombap in my backpack thats a rap
Dude ask where
Make the song cry like Jay-Z (Nas)
On the come up like AZ (Nas)
Make the song cry like Jay-Z (Nas)
On the come up like AZ (Nas)
Make the song cry
Yeah!
Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom
D-R-E!
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay-Z!
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?!
Boom boom boom boom
on me
Never said zombie
But I stay carefree
Glamour or the fame
Came for the bag
Do it like it's Jay-Z
Hotter than tetley
They be like why's he so clean
dribble out of bounds wit' it
Behind the back to Nas he alley oop to Jigga nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: The Game]
Check it, Me and Nasty puffin it's
Yeah, JAY1, JAY1 jAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY ah, look
Fuck it up, and then I hit the booth
JAY1, it's never number 2
All my jiggas, yeah, we stay winning
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