Lyrics:
crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave acey holes
That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
see'mon, get your gun,
place and the wrong time,
Got a strong mind to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a long time but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around
With
your mind, or get lost in the time
They can chill with pom poms
We the cream of the crop
Tell the heathen drop dom when they speakin' to the god
Never
those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
Fuckin'
won't that be nice now?
Later on we can examine
Each other more closely
And by the way my name is Sophie"
The luau was sharp, right Jay?
(On the strength
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
friends, Westside in this motherfucka right here
Throw your hands in the air, Westside
Approach you and post a minute, yeah
All on my double 'R', tinted
ambush we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late
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
know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know
1 - [Mya]
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
Yeah I know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
Want to keep me in the gucci stores, huh
What
Give her a kiss for me, her second son
Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
You gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks I was fiendin' to smash
Let 'em lean
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
Until you get through (watch umm, Jay Leno or somethin')
I'll be waitin' (then after that? shit, we could do whatever comes to mind, baby)
You can run
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
fade sleep
Jay-Z, king of the one nights
I can't stay forever, love, I get it done right [Always hook you up]
And I shall return to sweat out your
are better than half
Of the shit coming out right now
It's all trash
The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said it's his last and 50
your shit)
Just rap, I made beats that's Grammy nominated
They locked up Max and took Chinx, made it complicated
Still settin' money orders when I get
down priorities are all over the place and shit
Stress levels rise and that J gets lit
Try on shoes that Jay Z fit
Fuck all that complacent shit
I'm
[J Dilla:]
Yeah
Let's go
Turn it up
Introducin'
World famous beat junkie
Jay Dilla
Yeah
I got my man with me
[Common:]
Get up get up,
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