Lyrics:
that describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad video
Learned
cuf Percocette und Wine bald auf dem Level von Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Hustlin' fo the Millons and fulfillin' my Daydreams (eh, eh)
Ich gehe krank auf diesen
pimps too ask Jay Z
Go tell your ghostwriter this is how you do this shit
I made this song in 3 hours, go on and quit
My therapist got me fucked up
I
Making money on the daily
Boss man, you know he better pay me
Some say that I may be crazy
But I say, I kinda look like Jay-Z
They say I look like
and I'm feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z
to a Renegade
Like Eminem and Jay Z
Cause me without music is like
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
"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
everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
[Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking
sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me
could tell by da car
Champagne cavior
I say i love you
And i laugh
[Chorus:]
[Nate Dogg]
Ridin' in my car
And im listening to the radio
Im listening
mnie hajs men
I powiedz kiedy wreszcie zejdziesz z Beyonceey
Na tytuł „Best of life" jest za późno
Liroy nie będzie następnym Jay Z trudno
strup nie jest
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
and African parenting
Go hand and hand
Like peanut butter and sandwiches
And I couldn't blame her
With how low my average went
I was studying Jay Z
lens
Look, check out the sales charts
My record's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts
They banned me from their shows
'Cause they said I'm too hard
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
But he's nowhere near Ghetts
(Nowhere near me)
I'm on a next level to my man he's on radio
Talking about "it's like Jay-Z and Nas"
Huh? In your world
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
it
Rap like jay z
Just to see you naked
Body language
Body flaming
Girl yo body fire
Lava lava
Wallah wallah
Got that magic nana
Oochie wallie
Feel
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old
Brown
Someone found a letter you wrote me on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
przeharowanej nocy
Za tą muzę stara cię zajebie w domu ziomuś
Jak żona pijaka wiecznie spadasz ze schodów
Co gdyby nie my Co byś zrobił teraz
Łoił patelachę pod
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