Lyrics:
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,
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
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
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
a pot, let's make a baby
Looking back, I don't know who threw this bouquet to me
But I walk down this aisle faithfully, cut that cake for me
I, Jay-Z
Mayonaise
I got some kinda fever
It's the kind with haze
Hazy, lazy
Jay-Z, Jay-Z!
Crazy, crazy!
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
worse, you similar to Jay-z's album, God gave me the GIFT, and gave you the CURSE.
the ROC, in ya area!"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now
[Chorus w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Highest paid
to move units by the volume
Jay z owe me money
Spotify owe me money
Dame mi dinero
Dame dame mi dinero
Well shit
Google owe me money
And Jeff Bezos owe me
niebawem mamy platynę
Jesteś trzema wisienkami ja jestem całym kasynem
Nie nawijam o butach i nie chodzę w Js'ach
Z precyzją Lucky Luke'a strzelam Tobie w
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
jangkar
Ku tulis ini dengan cant knock the hustle by Jay Z masih hip-hop take my soul take my Bone benar terjadi
Keep up the volume tuangkan senandung
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Yooooooo
Just in case I do
We back baby
King
cye
Tell me what you want
I keep the smithen on me I aint gotta pop a trunk
Jay-z and Beyonce they all
babies
Be the Beyoncé to my Jay-Z
Now look you went Patrick Swayze
Like codefendants thought you'd stick with me
How was I suppose to know you was plain
her eat a Plan B
Im trying to rock the whole nation like Im signed to Jay-z
State to state show to show know we gone rock out
Ian polo g but you
an album by myself without feature to spit
And still feature my shit, it's only me and my bitch
All eyes on me, that classic Tupac shit
Now can I get
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
I feel Jay Z
By the way they pay me
Like Curry with the 3
This life is not free
She calling me a feign
With all this blue and green
If you fucking
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