Lyrics:
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,
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
pseudo-charyzma
Chcesz być białym Jay-Z
Tylko wstydzisz się przyznać
Chcesz szyć ciuchy z charakterem i mieć fason
A jesteś najzwyklejszą zebrą z klasą
Nie pomoże
Bitch I'm still that nigga
Tommy with the gun
Tommy Hilfiger
When it come to getting fucking figures
Bitch i'm Jay Z in my city with
I'm over the gate
In the club, we party till late yeah
Bust a flow like I'm Jay-Z
I'm flowing these moves like I'm Chris Breeze
Riding out through
Shady I know you was
Bi-bi-hoping we be-be-would ge-go away
But weeble mable weeble wobble
But we don't fall down like
Jam Master Jay's two turn
Shady I know you was
Bi-bi-hoping we be-be-would ge-go away
But weeble mable weeble wobble
But we don't fall down like
Jam Master Jay's two turn
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
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
hit the lights, you're sublime, you're my life
I can't lie, can't survive, you're not by my side
Whoa, by my side
I've been through heaven, hell
Look i'm Deving on these niggas making killers kill they motives
They figured out by now I'm not the one to sugar coat this
Even if you had a problem
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
Esko dobra morda nawija jak Memphis Depay
W 98 dzieciaki pykaly w Nintendo
Ja płakałem Dunczycy wygrali z Nigeria
Jay jay Okocha robil zamach na
go, whoa
Lifestyles, kinda crazy, lazy
Chicken heads see me, actin' like I'm Jay-Z
Change the game, say my name, platinum chain
Can't wait in
much cussing
What I say to that fuck 'em
Niggas stumble on some stacks and get to talking like they Jay Z
Spend it, never get it back cause these
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
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy (haha)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down
to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy (haha)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down
Maannnn
It's Jay Got Juice in this bitch
I ain't taking no shit
Want bandz everywhere
Straight ballin' like
I play for the Knicks
You on yo phone all
times
Whoa, lately need some time to breathe
All this stress and obligations slowly killing me
But when I’m in the drop top, in the Z3
The feeling
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]
Highest paid
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