Lyrics:
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
God bless 2pac rest his soul
God bless hip-hop protect this flow
God rest them wack mc’z that stress my soul
& make it so I can’t hear my baby…
hell brings
Yuh
Jay Shades made this hoe
Radioactive bitch, I glow
Fatal attraction
I Got yo hoe gasping
When she finds out that I'm packing
No I'm not
said can you bring your friend
Call my dawg zay v
What's good bruh
bring the juice
We gonna vibe it out
Erything is cool
We at tatis house
Just wanna see
called “Bad,”
Just like Michael Jackson, this next part is rad
“Weird Al” made fun of “Bad,” and Nirvana too
It brings us back to Kurt (here we go)
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
Jay z make it look like a flashback (wait)
Did I just say Jay z is it true, am I that bad
Maybe like a heart attack (yuh)
I don’t wanna talk that shit
Come with me, last name gonna be Haley
It's crazy, I'm finna be like Jay Z
Got the delta, color crack the the 80s
But it's off white tho, RIP Virgil
throwing frisbees round'
(Nigga, we some dog niggas throwing frisbees round' nigga)
Aye
I just want an AP
Cold like the AC
Hustle like im Jay-Z
Saving like
stadiums like im JAY-Z
On stage smoking, so faded
With the crowd roaring just raving
See the bra's soaring, amazing
And everybody be blazing
Thass how my
dit Yes I am The best
Oh my nigga nigga laisse
Let me tell you a little bit about me
I was born to do this shit,
I’m trynna be like jay-Z
I’m kind
a fuck
Stop playing and come and back it up
Go on the dance floor and gwan mash it up
It's a hot girl summer start acting up
By the way you looking at me I
that's what I want you to be
I slap bitches in the face and give em Jay-Z lips
Make them sign their life off so they can pay me chips
I cut hoes so
want you to be
You can hump with me that's what I want you to be
[Mr. Kane]
I slap bitches in the face and give em Jay-Z lips
Make them sign their
his Beyoncé and he my jay z
It ain't a beat you can give that I can't body
I'm moving niggas out they spot, never needed a dolly
Ain't nobody raising my
Doggfather
Don't nobody party like the West though
G-Funk been the sound since Death Row
Where you think we got the kicked-in clap at?
Time to bring it back,
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
It's like I don't even know ya
I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my
it's the cash that rules
Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family
you beefing with lil Jay and expect not to die by gun
My patna come through tripping marching band you know we got the drums
Spinning on they block back
ya whole set
Jay Z in the Range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure him out, they like, "Hey, is he insane?"
Yessir, I'm cut from a different
rapper
Like some niggas don't never leave the house and they whole style sounds like Jay-Z
Know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause they just listen to Jay-Z
They
Ice lol that
Would this bring you fossils back to your senses
Probably not
We do anything and still hear you complain
You worship Jay-Z and still hav8ng
best to be both
But let's be honest a father really helps with your growth
But I was raised by Nas and Jay-Z and Big L and Eminem
All of them set
This shit going stupid, this shit going crazy
I dunked on the bitch, like im Trace McGrady (Yuh)
My rhymes so fire, I'm related to Jay-Z
Rap all day, but
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