Lyrics:
of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
the times is tough and the streets is rough
But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play
So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee)
Get signed to Rated Z
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
I ride it good like a Mercedes
Bumpin' that Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
Uh
Mask off
I'm talkin' shit cause my cash long
My jewels gon' bling
Alright, okay I'm ready, let's do it
So as the legendary Jay-Z once said
You could have been anywhere in the world
But you're here with me, and I
nineties
You know, a good walk can be a first degree offense
Kicking up the dirt as I pull up my skirt
When I walk by, bitch, they all on alert
Chat
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but
a birthday
Ain't nothing like the first day
Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt
By the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
and shit
I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah
Nigga business partner with JAY Z
Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
Emory, what it do?
You see
(uh-huh) ahh-haaa (say what? uhh)
Touch me with, a smile of gold (yeah)
I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh)
[Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown)
great
Playing fame cause his name is known in every state
His name is Jay
To see him play
Will make you say
God damn that DJ made my day
Like the butcher
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop
You won't quit,
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
thousand (Hundred fifty thousand)
Driving in a new Mercedes, my old bitch she ride me lazy
Driving in a new Mercedes, Beyoncé she fuck with Jay-Z
Driving in
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
Days Of 49
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Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
like the old days
Met the forty cal, spin 'em 'round like the O-Jays
Hit 'em four time with the four-four bumpin' Jay shit, yeah
Never tolerated
in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple
We need a wage increase
Fifteen-year-old need an AR to wage peace?
Man forget the one-thirty
Focus on the AC- rectify the current
'Fore world go Day-Z
And many children lose their way
By leaders of confusion
And leave them with the price to pay
Of hastened evolution
But those good good old days
In those
Psychopathic, but the hoes are attracted
Because when I'm on hard, my dick's at least a yard
In the days of old, I was a nut
Now I need at least 3 hoes when I
that bed and got right back on this grind
Man It's gonna be a good day
It's gonna be a
Man It's gonna be a good day
It's gonna be a
It's gonna be a good
(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
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