Lyrics:
you be my B-A-B-Y
I can be your P-A-P-I
I need a girl to J me
Sorta like Beyonce did to Jay-Z
Kinda like Janet J did to J-D
And maybe you can do
with the fancy shit
And watch you tolerate it
If it's all in my head tell me now
Tell me I've got it wrong somehow
I know my love should be
Whatever you drank must've just turned you into some gangstas
This is me talkin', motherfucker, this ain't drugs
You wanna pop, shit wake up, then make up?
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga
No socks
a good girl like I told you before)
(Easy papi) Yeah, teach me more
[Jay-Z]
I like fast cars, I love faster chicks
You don't need a small waist, I
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
thanks to
The accident, thanks to god
Thanks to Roc-A-Fella
Jay-Z, Dame Dash, G, my mother
Rhymefest everyone that's helped me
And I plan to celebrate
I
good watch me do this shit
[Cam'Rom]
Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down
Voice cry hot
that are callin' me out by name
I got a reason to believe I ain't glory-bound anyway
And if you're readin' this letter, tell my mother and my brother
Drip on these bitches, they eatin' my spill up
Ran out of gas, I'ma need me a fill up
She say I raped the bitch, no, but I bit her
I got too much
better than Hov
But that shit's real funny to me
Jigga man, ya heard
Yo, yo dA act like he had a starvin' for Jay
If they lock me in a cage, yo party
style is so fly
James Brown sat me down in a chair
And said, "Snoopy
Don't you ever cut your hair"
I was dazed and amazed
That's why I keep my shit
In
Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris
(Like fuck ceiling)
Two ounces in my double cup
(This shit gon' kill me)
Fuck your feelings, fuck your
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
I got three eyes, man, I see y'all
All I do is kill shit, ICU
Party with a few girls at USC
It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off
I'm
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
(Ball so hard) that shit cray, (that shit cray) ain't it Jay?
(Ball so hard) what she order?
Dynasty
New Jay-Z
Beanie Sigel
Stick to the script
We live money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script (remember where you heard it first)
Cop,
rhymes, pick a batch
I live for the love of rap
You crazy? I've made beats for Jay-Z for free
Page me, you need a beat, you Canibus?
Then it's Dre's
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
and the Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name,
The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout
on
And the Jay Z song was on
So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song
The butterfly's fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
like a man, finger on the trigger
Got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga
Well, let me take to to the neck of the woods
Of my hood (uptown),
just to rap in, nigga
Bought me a mansion, I deserve that shit
Bought a Maybach, cause Jay Z did
Bought me a Sprinter, cause I seen TI's
Bought me
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