Lyrics:
Drugs all in my cup, leaning like I'm Jay-Z
I was at the crib on the couch feeling lazy
Bitch all on my lap, she started talking crazy
Say she ain't
Thanks, Tom, I hope the family's good
You showed me nothing but
Love at the Grammy's, good
Step to me, I wish you would
Step to me, I wish you would
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
a DM but you never replied Me
let's talk about Beyonce
Not for Jay I would be lost in your arms
can you never ever see
can't remove love In between A-Z
I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive
Thank God For Jay Electra, he down with the mission
Did it with with no permission, on our own
when you bounce, bounce (this is sponsored by the Goodfellas)
Oh, oh
U-S
H-E-R
R-A-Y-M
O-N-D
Skateboard P
And the J to the A the Y to the Z
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
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
a yellow brick wall, you trapped
You are the poorest billionaire but feel God's now at your back
Replacing God did with Jay Hova did that
You sold rocks
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,
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
a Jay z
Ain't really tryna kick it like David funmi ni simi I'll be your AG baby
Everything I'll do is for two never Sri a ting to hurt you
Mo burn bridge
I had to go ahead and put this beat to flames
Like that Jay-Z song, everyday a star is born
I can have a rebirth and won't change my form
The apex
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
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,
credit when credit is due,
Why wouldn?t they give it ta Bone?
If you ever gave props to the masta, thanks,
Now you thinkin how a masta thank,
Way back in
to hustle hard
Buy a boy ahh fcking trainer
Hustle everyday but you rather do it later
Its not by power
Thats why give thanks to imela
If she a Gee why she
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
Huh
Yeah
What the fuck is up
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Muthafuckas think I'm Jay Z
But I'm more like slim shady
Go crazy
Go crazy
the lowest
I got Jays thankin me turn around thank the lord
I jug on the town count up it and go record
I move all that loud wit a sound and you know it
Fuck
, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey
Let me here you say t dot oh (oh!)
Yeah!
that
Niggas thank it's rap that's a price tag
Why you got them niggas you don't know
Puttin guns all in da video
cnd you ain't like that
I was out pharma
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]
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