Lyrics:
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the thirteenth
Jay-z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
ain't got it, I got it
I get it
I only give it to those who really live it
Like Jay-Z, the Game
And my dogs that really did it
Like Kweli, like Common
low cut fades
VA's Jay-Z, F you, pay me
Can't mixtape me, barcode CD's
Publishing BMI, ASCAP
A.S.A.P. I'm a need every dollar duke
Hustle and Flow, I
Catch em ' stretch em , Roc-aFella like Jay-Z
Quit the fuck a nigga up like Tay-Keith
Bitch, this shit ain't sweet, my name rang from West to east
Ibeen '
I'm gon shine
Jay B, introduced me to Jay Z
He showed me reality can come from big dreams
He change my style helped a young nigga get fly
He coped me
Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel
The best of both worlds, please believe it
Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
shoulders off
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C
(Uncle Murder Rap)
[Chorus]
When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memph Bleek do it again
Jigga man, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Missy, sho' nuff
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now, yo
Yo Hov' chose I -- I ain't
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
What up to State Prop the crew, were they not there?
The moment that they heard it the verdict
When it was declared, ya boy had to sit a year
Did they
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
the jays and the nikes but you see im daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (yeah)
My day 1 niggas dont rap no more... whole crew fell off no choice had to go solo...
Got
A to Z)
These white girls want that E
(they want that E) hundred K for my SSMC
(It's Monte Carlo, bitch)
I know the alphabet boys wanna see me (ATL)
Got
that's really
Down to get lowww, lowwww
It's ya boy Kanye to The
The Roc is in the building right now
We smoked out
And I don't even talk like that
Now
i się dziwisz
Że nie działa?
"Słuchasz, a nie słyszysz" -
Ona mi to powiedziała
Chcą się wozić małe chujki
Jak Jay-Z Roc-A-Fella
Ledwie wyciągają
one
We here son
Ain't goin nowhere until we done
Take a track from Jay-Z
And flip back like crazy
Claimin you God
But look more like Patrick Swayze
With a new one, son
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I see you, Brooklyn, what it look like?
[Jay-z]
I'm right here, Fab, wavin' the flag, comin' from
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
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