Lyrics:
I'm super lazy, hella Jay Z
But not Jay Z, I meant jaded, I'm faded
I be smokin' mad cigarettes
Uh, I'm in a jet, I got a jetpack
I'm super Black like
[Jay-Z]
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
Świat daje w kość
Mówi Ci - stop
Ty z całych sił biegnij dalej
Szaleje sztorm
Ze wszystkich stron
Z rozbiegu atakuj falę
Chociaż wszystkie znaki
my pockets'
Swole like Jay-Z top lip
'Til I got Jay-Z yacht-grip
I'mma pop shit like Pac did
With a big-ass Johnson I rock with
You hardly got
and let me see what you got
Get on the mic and let me see you rock, Jay-Z
Get on the mic and let me see what you got
Get on the mic and let me see what you
is the blueprint
Beginning of some new shit
But nah this ain't Jay Z
This Meek Milly baby
Louie belt v neck chillen in my AP
Dawg I go crazy like I got
Yea, Yea, Yea
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some
for transition
Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
By any means, retreatin
Yo, 2Pac is in the house. Got a big grin on his face
Jay-Z, cut that shit up stupid
so I can survive as a young black American
They saying Jay Z can get a new Yonce
People be talking the way of the world
I just listen to what
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?
Ayy, I feel like Jay-Z the way I'm pulling strings
Feel like I wrote the book the way I'm running game
They think I'm
a pair of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home
to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg
at the festival or an cruban beach
Baby your hustle game's strong, like ""You Don't Know"" by Jay-Z
But you're a mixed chick, parents taught you how to be free
A Real G is what niggas call me
I be runnin' this town I feel like Jay Z
That superfly nigga call me Hoodrich
I signed myself I'm comin' out the mud rich
Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
THE RUMORS AND THE STORIES OF MY PAST I CAN'T DENY
I'M NO ST. IGNATIUS BUT
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
it out
You fuck with Jay-Z's bitch from back in the day
You might end up with reasonable doubt
You fuck with grimey bitches
Standing over you
Yes, yes, yep
Welcome to the Jay-Z extravaganza
I'd like to introduce my band right now
Just Blaze and the Blazettes, hehe
Right now I want you
And don't snitch
It sure will do a lot for you
Believe that baby
Jay-z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it
Got it goin on
We got the money
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
crazy if you think you Jay-Z
Sure ain't me cause I r-a-p
I'm v-i-p not we that's me
Timmy this beat is a h-i-t
Listen to the t-r-a-c-k
On the M-i-say from
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