Lyrics:
a bank book
Because this is shit is my hobby (It is)
Born on the East end just like bobby (yeah)
Up North where it's constantly foggy
Now I wanna get rich
deficit
Of real niggas guess it's time for me to represent
So presidential like the mutha fuckin president
Natural born drip (Some shit you'll just never
out of Golden State
Last supper I'm the king at stake
Oh God
Bust a show that I'm the modern Jay
Shoulders shrug like Kanye
Dirty dancing I'm Sway Z
verse, or that Jay Z
Ayo his verses were crazy, on that "Renegade" beat
But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady
And all I hear is pop tunes come
whats goin on
Your girl is a certified bopper
Known club hopper
Fuckin' all the ballers
Pimpin love won't stop her
All of the niggaz got a story
too ratchet that's fine
We keep it classy like Jay and Bey
And you know how to behave with me
I'm tripping
I'm sipping this wine
My drip it is one
(Jay-Z)
Oohh, live your life 'cause life is love
Always thank the man above (thank you, uh)
The more you the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah
and they playin my songg
wishoe hennesy with don perion
the broads is choosin the fightin is shootin
like 40 water say pimpin we tycoonin
we sum tymers we
to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - imitating Slim
can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back blastin' that good ol hip-hop
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope
took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs
Whoo hoo hoo
Brooklyn I'm back
Let's hear it for the 718
We got your Joan Rivers Foxy Brown
Beastie Boys and Jay Z
Neil Diamond David Blaine
RGB
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Born and raised
Southside of LA
What’s the deal though
Mesmerized by the gangs
What’s the deal foe
1:00AM Western and Fig
What’s the deal hoe
Ten
Six oohie, jewels drippin', big toolie
I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick, I made the earth sick
M.J., hem Jay, fade
young Billy wanna be the next Jay Z
You better fight with us if you wanna be part of this culture
You wanna live like Pablo but you've never been
to declare this a national holiday
We gonna call this Players Holiday
Ant be -Z what up man?
Rise and shine, make you want to say
Dear God, let me
Pull up on the scene, 4-4-4, Jay-Z
Hit a nigga with a combo, like pay me
Fuck you
Pull up on the scene like Imma buck you
Knuck if you buck, run up on me
a fit
Unironically, I wanna spit like Jay-Z
Pay me ten mill, I probably wouldn't spit like me
Until I'm couple bill' up with my hair all free
Telling
"Aloha baby, word life
You're looking fly"
I said "My name is Jaz, and you did amaze me"
When she said "The rapper?" "yeah
Me and partner Jay-Z"
My
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Hov, Jay-Z
For graduation, I got me a G
One rack, one stack, no fee
Spent it all in the NYC
Now I'm fresh as money can be
You see, but that don't stop
an F
Jay receives an A for his essay
Spins til you're dizzy
Born to get busy
Is he the Jam Master?
Isn't he, or is he?
And my name is D.M.C.
to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
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