Lyrics:
'm ticka-ticka-ticka like Jay-Z
I'm slim shady with rabies
Nasa one, bout to go crazy
Like McGrady in the fourth
This gonna be unforgettable like Sway Lee
I was last,
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
sprawiło to że Łukasz dorósł
Bóg mi pokazał że nie wygląd daje ci bonus miałem wszytko co chciałem i nie spuszczałem z tonu
To do wszytkich co chcą być tacy
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
your face in a state 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
what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
[Jay-Z]
Fo' sure, everythings for dough now
flow, you gotta pay a little
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
sens
Spostrzeżenia każdy mówi to co widzi
Każdy mówi to co myśli to nasze poglądy
Tylko prawdziwy rap i nic więcej
Bonus RPK RIF CRST
Spostrzeżenia
a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin'-Z, and with
seks tylko z nią
Wolę black jebać blond
Pachnę Dior za twój koszt
Win jak klop Win jak DOS
Nie miałem 6 tylko dos
Chciałem chcieć miałem dość
W szkole
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
a place where very few do something amazing
I would have less fun and more inspiration
Til me and Jay Z where on a first name basis
Peace out is how I greet
Spostrzeżenia każdy mówi to co widzi
Każdy mówi to co myśli to nasze poglądy
Tylko prawdziwy rap i nic więcej
Bonus RPK RIF CRST
Spostrzeżenia każdy mówi to co
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
of my mind
(Cause you can't knock the hustle)
Who do you think you are (Jay Z baby)
Baby one day you'll be a star
Last seen out of state where I drop my
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
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
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
(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
[Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus
Surprise, what I do is
serious
I'm changin' the tone, don't wanna sound furious
Stayin' busy writin' watchin' all of the curious
People pass by as my tram travels through this
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
Discuss these bonus 1 by jay z Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In