Lyrics:
Keep it pimpin' with my pinky off the curtain
All the people when they see me like, Snoop turn it up
I'm in my zone ***
Get stuck in the ribs by old
[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*}
to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy (haha)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down
And the new day is born
Folded in his backpack pocket
The questions that he'd copied from his heart
Who am I in this lonely world?
And where will I make
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
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
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
(Jay-z is taking the stand)
Ghetto spokes man
Right hand on the Bible, left
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
The foundation, know'm talkin' bout?
[Chorus]
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac do's (already)
Shawty understand this is how we roll (already)
Parkin' lot
as presidential M.C.
I elect myself as presidential M.C.
Now ask yourself why is he so low key?
Why, is n****z pimpin' when the game chose me
I elect myself
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
and Jay, what
I never stop making money don't give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born
that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uh
Think there's been a murder-era-ah-ha-ah
I ah, think there's been a
I, I think
[Jay-Z]
This one for the future
Everybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but
that Drizzy bitch? (Yeah)
I'm with Nicki like (Yeah)
And these bitches be tellin' they niggas I'm crazy
Don't fuck with that nigga, he went at Jay-Z
apart
The three outlaws in the music trade
We won't rob but our job is to get paid
Cause run has fun if jay will play
As I add one more rhyme to say
Now
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
to hold that 80
From day one 'til we old and crazy
Let's kill the world
Repeat 1
[Jay-Z]
Ran up at Chemical
The bank robbers in our routine is like St.
calling me BIG
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit, got my feet up on you sofa, man
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
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