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We here son
Ain't goin nowhere until we done
Take a track from Jay-Z
And flip back like crazy
Claimin you God
But look more like Patrick Swayze
With a new one, son
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I see you, Brooklyn, what it look like?
[Jay-z]
I'm right here, Fab, wavin' the flag, comin' from
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella then I turned into Jay
Now I got a house in LA, now I got a bigger pool than Ye
And look man, Ye's pool is nice, mine's just
me, they phony
Ugh, ugh bologna
Concoction roll back and I'm sipping on Ciroc
And thy know me I roll with Jay like thee Roc
Thy knowing how move thee
Yeah, DC stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye To The
The Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We about to bring that
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She is my baby, we getting bigger lately
Mistakenly, mistaken, not
Roc a Fella, Roc a Fella
Meet Jay Z, I'm too brazy, I'm too me
Im too trill an I'm too street but, I changed lanes
Y'all niggas change, imma helicopter,
like a green beret
Crazy bring ya whole set
Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure him out they like, ""hey, is he insane?""
Yes, sir,
ya whole set
Jay Z in the Range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure him out, they like: Hey is he insane?
Yes sir, I'm cut from a different cloth
My
Snoop and them, Doc Dre, LT, in the coupe with them
In New York, you know I'm with Roc-a-fella
Jay-Z, Beanie, and Bleek in the drop together
When I'm in
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
girl cause I'm lazy
Roc on a fella
No Jay z
Latin girl you know
Mami too crazy
She said cozy go half on a baby
Tell em I'm sorry
No I can not make it
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit
for Hova to die, before he see JAY
On my way to platinum, hata who gonna stop me?
I got the cops locked, who gone lock me?!
I got the block lock, eye
of my killers who stand by
And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by
Uhh, jeah, you know
Put this shit right back in the street, huh?
Brooklyn
of all, you know I bang 4's (4)
Never met JAY-Z, but in my hood I'm like Hov (Roc)
Everyday a holiday, my lifestyle goals (goals)
Everything right in
some niggas just don't got the skills ( Skills )
Was a roc boy before I figured out who Jay Z is ( Roc Boy )
All about the Benjamins favorite President
roll like a green beret
Crazy bring ya whole set
Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure him out; they like, "hey, is he insane?"
Yes,
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
I sling though; if anything, I bling yo
A star like Ringo, roll like a green beret
Crazy bring ya whole set
Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged
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