Lyrics:
now and later and sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they
piercings with no tattoos
All Adidas when I pass through
Corpus Christi is my new home
I already got ties, no need to put a suit on
I'm like a soldier with
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
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
didn't need your help I was overly hungry
Now I help myself and I'm so bloody comfy
I'm sure they had z's on jay till hov became great
They had twisted
simple and plain
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Is fuckin' crazy poppin' like JAY-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
hot like whoa
I'm hot like whoa
Ya already know chea'
I'm hot like whoa
I'm hot like whoa
I'm hot like whoa
Ya already know chea'
J-J-G-Z, J-J-J-G-Z
already think he Jay Z
Walk into the office screaming, "Fuck you, pay me"
Ego in the front seat (kryptonite, that's my kryptonite)
Feelings in the back
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
ba7raini jay-z
The rap banksy and not cuz I wanna be, fax fast hali-facts
Spell it bankuh on a cheque widda q u e cuz issa peso k anyway on to the nex
Show
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too
love the way she moving
Shawty really blazing
Nina got it going yeah her
Body really wavy
99 problems got me feeling
Like I'm Jay Z
Sexy mamacita
Yeah
spiritual help from Jaz and Jay Z
Standin in awe, you saw the best of em all
The rest will fall
Requestin for more, jaws stuck on the floor
These lyrics I
Yeah it's all yours if you want
Ain't no such thing as a broke jay-z
I know I'm on my way can't the way find me?
Why'm I living on this path moving
to scene kids
Who've already seen it
And by it, I mean everything happenin
Your hundred million dollar turd starring hugh jackman
Right now I'd be drunk if I
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
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
me to the left man I feel like Jay Z
Everything we do we gotta keep it low key
You already know that they hatin on us
I can't let ya down I can't ever
them summers
Like Jay-Z had by
I rode with nothing but gunners
Y'all feel this shit, go get the plummer
Strikes snapping from me you
Ain't no general
remind me of Too Short cause his mouth is rude,
And he so West Coast like Snoop and Cube,
But his flow like Jay-Z on the DJ Clue,
He's (going) goin'
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