Lyrics:
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
Living
I don't want to be mistreated
All I want is loyalty
I don't like to be use
All I want is to be love by you
I want you to be
My ride or die baby can't
[I see you're jockin' Jay-Z
'Cause he got a Mercedes
And you know about his ladies]
Chorus
I see jockin' Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z
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
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
But you don't know all of it
Especially since the story's not over and a
New instalment just came out heading into
This weekend, as Jay-Z uses
[christion] i said please, pleasse, please!
[jay-z] listen (bring back your love) you hear me?
[christion] don't you want to come back home to me?
[jay-z
the armor
But you got a daughter, gotta get softer
Die, Jay Z, this ain't back in the days
You don't need an alibi, Jay Z
Cry, Jay Z, we know the pain is
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
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
of the day
Because we don't play
Chorus: KRS One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 Dee
know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' 'til he coped his deal
I really
Kane
Hands down for King Jay
Caked Up
On Some Kingshit
With Queen B
Big Drip
U don’t know no Jay-Z
U don’t care bout neither
Either Money Making Niggas
baby, oh behave
Naw, naw, don't be afraid, y'all and your articles hock spit at Jay
Y'all from afar threw darts my way
What you thought, I would not
the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)
(Nigga
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
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
what?) I hate fake b****es, "you gotta wait" b****es
"I don't know you, I don't f*** on the first date" b****es
(Is that right?) Hot shot n****z, talk
chambers of torture
The flame gon' spark ya
Blood stain the tarp
But remains they chalk ya
Don't try to smooth talk us
[Amil](Jay-Z)
You got nothing to offer
rolling with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she
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,
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,
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
get a fuck Jay
Fuck you Jay
What else can I say
Buddy better know his lane
You’re getting ripped off
Right in front your fucking face
$400 plus for
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