Lyrics:
I let you do you,
Why you riding my shit?
Chorus
I see jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z
you're jockin'-jockin' Jay-Z (yeah)
jockin' Jay-Z (yeah!)
you're
She see the gold on the neck now the focus to get me to bag her is adamant
Biggie and Jay said that sh*t a chain reaction but I call that sh*t
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
off
Verse 2 (Ay, Jay!)
New z lands and the ting get bun off (bun off bun off)
Ricky gone sicky when its him get run off (boom boom)
Done no drugs aint
the torch on my jeans by the waist
Without heat we still gon steam up the place
(Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go)
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must
the mission
It's time to get back up in the kitchen
N****s been laying low for a minute
Flame this sh*t up man we back in business
Screaming fuck n****s
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
what they want but it donÂ't mean sh-t,
it just a rumour (x8)
[Jay-Z]
Girl, your so deadly, murder in them clothes,
its blood on the dance floor you
crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
"JAY-Z this," "JAY-Z that"
("JAY-Z won't hold my hand no more")
"JAY-Z this," "JAY-Z that"
"JAY-Z that," "JAY-Z this"
Get off JAY-Z' dick!
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
[Intro: Uh, Guess whooooo! Heyy! Signal, alright]
“I just don't need nobody to smile on this (Jay-Z)
[VERSE 1]
Still under 30 but seen more pu**y
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
Lemme get back to this flip
If i need me a pack imma call up titch
(K)
If n*ggas switch they might get pitched
I tell my bitch just fill these bags with
But uh
It's all good until I get my first scuff and I'm like
Hell Naw ain't no way
(What's wrong)
Man he den stepped on my Jay's
Stepped on my Jays
He
isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain
And burn, then I recycle my life
I shall return
Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z
got dads, fags
Get off that Beanie Sigel Jay beef,
mobile vans out n-gger, this operation safe street
Flawless stones up in the sentence division
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
[Jay-Z] Gun
chick is with you Dawg?
[Timbaland] Gotta be, 10-4
I'm in the 5-speed now so I shift to fo'
[Jay-Z] Mash my foot on the gas til it hit the floor
Its Roc-A, Fella for life, you know that shit
Get your guns, get your ones, nigga throw that shit
[Chorus]
Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka
, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Break a sweat, make 'em lose control, ain't no AC
Goin' hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel
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