Lyrics:
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin'
About Learjets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they
Sell records like Snoop - (oops)
I'm interrupted by
Sorry about that. [Intro: Jay-Z]|We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga|Niggas like Walt Disney around this bitch||[Verse 1:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
skinned invasion
Of the mainland get your
pistols for occasion
Jay z might have
roc but not p nation
Im a pretty
mutha fucker fuck discrimination
Reaching
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album,
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
Oh
Jay Sean (Jay Sean, Jay Sean)
2-0-1-2 (Nicki Minaj, Nicki Minaj)
Oh (yeah, yeah)
It's alright (let's go, let's go)
Oh, it's alright (let's
Jay-Z, dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest, and bitch, I've been ready to kill this, it's so amazing
Bitch, I've been blazing,
They think they Slim like Shady
Fuck the Rollie I want me a AP
Have that boy praying to God like save me
My niggas serving that Roc like Jay Z
We carry
the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap,
Rundown, tryna put him to sleep
Why they dissing, but your pops got took off the Roc, everything dead, I'm tryna let it flock
And my 8zz really be on your
Niggas ain't have or function like me
Hundred grand chain, you ain't icy like me
R.I.P. to my nigga G-Baby
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
Shave with Occam's razor
I'm like Arkham Knight
Beware all my dogs
We don't bark we bite
We don't talk we fight
Lost your life, we are not alike
Jay-z
Let this nigga run around untie
I swear to god, you know the type that talk wild
But nigga's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom
You know Jay Z's
her back up on a pillow
Five minutes later I'm bailin'
Out the hoes-pital
On my way to the liquor store
The first thing I grab is
Some skins and a 4
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fuck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me,
superstar status
Wish Mike was here to tell you I'm the baddest
Stalked by T.M.Z., wanted by Oprah
Followed everywhere from the Garden to the Copa
Take
(check)
These the best memories, millionaire tendencies (ayy, yeah, uh damn)
Lemon squeeze, Jay-Z clean, James Bond, new machine (ayy, check, man,
Like, if we catch that nigga, then he popped
Z- Zae8zz buggin, take em off the roc
Ayo Deem with the Bean, Put the beam on his top (Beam on his top)
(It's
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
uhh|(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah|Paper chase y'all, paper chase WHAT? Uh)||Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch|Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this
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