Jay-Z

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Hello Brooklyn 2.0

(feat. Lil Wayne)

[man:] Helloooooo! Brooklyyyyyyyyn!

[Lil Wayne:]
Hello Brooklyn how u doin? where u goin? can I come too
And if I can I'm a be yo man u could be my lady
And have my baby and drive my cars and drive me crazy
Wherever u goin baby girl jus take me 'cause I'm so taken
If u taken I'm jus sayin' baby I'm jus sayin'

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Like a momma u birth me Brooklyn u nursed me schooled me wit Hard knocks better then Worked me they say u murked me by the time I was 21 that shit disturbed me but u neva hurt me Hello Brooklyn if we had a daughter guess wat I'm a call her Brooklyn Carter when I lef u for virginia it didn't offend ya 'cause u no I only stepped out to get dinner n now I'm eatin so much I bought extra so much doe the dinner's now turn in to Breakfast I only roll lexus to Hug ya road I love ya corners I'm half ya soul

Hello Brooklyn how u doin? where u goin? can I come too
And if I can I'm a be yo man u could be my lady
And have my baby and drive my cars and drive me crazy
Wherever u goin baby girl jus take me 'cause I'm so taken
If u taken I'm jus sayin' baby I'm jus sayin'

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hello Brooklyn what's ya story she said she eatin on da run But she ain't nore
She said she got a man but he ain't worried but baby I'm a have to rob em like Horry she said She love B.I.G and she like Tupac n wen I said JAY- Z she said it's da roc but I'm a leave it like dis like dis like dat where Brooklyn at? where Brooklyn at?... Have u seen her? and if she tell u somethin' u betta believe her she tol me she like my New Orleans Demeanor and so I said goodbye Katrina

And Hello Brooklyn b-b-baby u r the sweetest thing eyes
Can see I said Hello Brooklyn but baby I hope U
U neva say goodbye to me I said Hello Brooklyn b-b-Baby
U r so damn fine to me n I remember da time, place, &
The weather on the day u said hi to me
N I say hello Brooklyn

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Brooklyn u crazy look how u made me razor blades in my mouth walk around behaving all demented black Hoodies and timberlanded always schemin u see da gleam
On dat niggas pendent Hello Brooklyn u bad influence look wat u had me doin but I ain't mad atchu look at my attitude it says my lifes too real pick up my ice grill baby I'm cold as ice like I'm from Brownsville but my Bed's in da stuy thoe while I flatin ya bush till we smoke a C.I wat up 2 da boy B.I u no I handle B.I I dnt have steps on da caine ask da dreads about I how u want so she likes it hard co... so I grind slow illa den outa square mall bac in da 9.0' my find hoe we got some victims to catch so in a couple years I'm a bring u sum nex

Hello Brooklyn how u doin? where u goin? can I come too
And if I can I'm a be yo man u could be my lady
And have my baby and drive my cars and drive me crazy
Wherever u goin baby girl jus take me 'cause I'm so taken
If u taken I'm jus sayin' baby I'm jus sayin'

Hello Brooklyn b-b-baby u r the sweetest thing eyes
Can see I said Hello Brooklyn but baby I hope U
U neva say goodbye to me I said Hello Brooklyn b-b-Baby
U r so damn fine to me n I remember da time, place, &
The weather on the day u said hi to me
N I say hello Brooklyn

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

No Hook

[Jay-Z:]
Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back
Never that he wouldnt live long, they snatched my dad back
Guidence I never had that, streets was my second home
Welcomed me with open arms provided a place to crash at
A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all
Burnt it all this music is where I bury the ashes at
Flash back not having much, not having that
Had to get some hollerest you can holla back at
Holla that my jewish lawyer do enjoy the fruit of within my cash stack
Just in case a nigga got to use his rat-ta-ta-ta-tat
Own boss own yawt, masters, slave
The mentality I carry with me to this very day
F**k rich let's get wealthy who else gon' feed we
If I need it I'm a get it however God help me

(And I don't need no hook for this shit!)

I'm so for sure is known for sha
Stay out of trouble, momma said as momma sighs
Her fear her youngest son being victim of homocide
But I got to get you out of here momma or I'm a-die
Inside-and either way you lose me momma so let loose of me
I got the rain our direction'll soon change
To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game
Hustle cane, hustle clothes, or hustle music
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick
Skinny nigga toothpick but, but I do lift
Weight like I'm using roids rolls royce
Keep my movements smooth while manuvering
Through all the manuers in the sewers that I grew up in
Choi-ces we make trying to escape

(And I don't need no hook for this shit!)

This is not for commercial usage
Please don't catagorize this is music
Please don't compare me to other rappers
Compare me to trappers I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris
And Luda's my dude I ain't trying to diss
Like Frank Lucas is cool but I ain't trying to snitch
I'm a follow the rules no matter how much time I'm a get
I'm a live and die with the decisions that I'm a pick
So f**k the haven for cave in, that's why we don't speak
Made men ain't supposed to make statements
End of the story I followed the code cracked the safe
Other niggas ain't in the game so they practice hate
Leave that boy Hov alone why don't ya
You don't have to if you don't want to but don't say I didn't warn ya

Oh (And I don't need no hook for this shit!)

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...)

[Intro:]
And the winner is HOV
My man... Speech

[Versus 1:]
First of all wanna thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks to the duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The NIKE shoe box for holding all this cash (ok)
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge (ok)
The first pusher who ever made the stash (ok)

[Hook:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life (hey)

[Verse 2:]
Thanks to the lames, niggaz with bad aim
Thanks to a little change, I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds'll stop your buffoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and em, you know the women friend, WHO
Carry the work cross state for a gentleman
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly, YOU the customer

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey)
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house [x2]) HEY

[Versus 3:]
Let your hair down baby I just hear the score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figured then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure 4's
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feeling when them thangs get across
Put your hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
ICE COLD..., jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink ros'aay, think O.J
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Heroin got less steps then Britney
That means it aint stepped on, DIG ME?

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey)
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)

Rare porsches, rare portraits (we in the house)
rare guns if you dare come near the fortress (we in the house)
its apple sauces from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggaz, black bar mitzvahs
MAZEL TOV, It's a celebration bitches
Now HIME...
I wish for you a 100 years of success, but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one b-boy...chain, he can rhyme

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey)
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house [x2]) HEY

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house [x2]) HEY

[Outro:]
Swaaay...
Let that ride out...
Bring the horns back, yeah...
This is black superhero music right hear baby...
American gangster...
Taking flight...
Coming to a town near you...
Soon as I touch down just want y'all to start playing the horns like...
[Horn plays] Hovies home...
Lukie baby...
[Laughs] OWWWWWWWW! [horn stop]

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

I Know

And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like
Everything you love
I know what you like
Everything you love
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you like... HOV

Uh-
She wants that old thing back
Uh- uh- uh-
She want those Heroin tracks
She likes me
She fiends for me nightly
She leans for me
Morning she rush for my touch
This is about LUST
Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her
My presence is a must- must- must-
Bonita Applebum, I gotta put you on
If I didn't when we cuttin' the feeling would be too strong
In any form, I'm giving you sweet dreams
That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing
That Black Rain that take away your pain
Just for one night, baby, take me in vein
Now that feelin' got you trippin'
You no wanna feel no differently
Said lust has got you itchin'
All wide open and it's' drippin' -eh -eh -eh -eh
I know what you like, I am your prescription
I'm your physician, I'm your addiction

And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like
Everything you love
I know what you like
Everything you love
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you like... HOV

I am so DOPE
Like Louboutins with the red bottoms
You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em
Like every color Giuseppe's, your guilty pleasure is me
It's so much fun, you shun therapy
Although it never be, the feeling is fleeting
Shopping's like coppin', you constantly need it
I'm never around, you constantly seek it
You'll never be down, I know where your peak is
9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps
I keep tryin' to remind you to keep tellin' yourself
Now your conscience is interfering, like "Better yourself! "
Like you better get help
But when that medicine's felt?
We're back together
Don't ever leave me
Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me
My China White, 'til we D.O.A.
It's Montego forever, baby, let's get away...

And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like
Everything you love
I know what you like
Everything you love
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you like... HOV

How could you leave me?
I thought that you needed me!
When the world got too much and you pleaded with me-
Who helped you immediately?
How speedy of me!
How could you deny me so vehemently?
Now your body is shakin' trying to free it of me
And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me
And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me
Damn, I'm missing the days when you needed the D

And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like
Everything you love
I know what you like
Everything you love
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you love... HOV
Baby you like... HOV

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Party Life

Oh...
I like the party life...
Break Out The Red Lights
The city in bright lights
Welcome To The Party Life
These girls dressin' skintight...
Welcome to the 70's-Sweet!

Ordered some Patreezy
While talkin' to this breezy
Brushin' off my three-piece, I make this look too easy
So tall and lanky, my suit?
It should thank me
I make it look good to be this hood, Meyer Lansky
Look what Lucky left me
Gangster, effortlessly
Poppa was a rolling stone-it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY

(Baby I, I said I sport fly shit, I should win the Espy...
I'm really in another league, babe...
I got a slick mouth, you might wanna roll with me,)

I'm on her bra strap, she's on my diiiick
Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's my biiiitch
I be the boss of that, I'm on her shiiiit
So all you niggas fall back, I'll split ya wig
She's my little quarterback... ya dig?
Cause I'm all that in the sack... ya, ya dig?
I spoiled her
Foiled it if you fakin', Jack
She's used to million-dollar vacations
Fuck ya'll gon' do with that?

When you're blue
You got nothin' to do
(Ay, baby, see,...
When you're used to Filet Mignon,)
Head into the party life
(It's kinda hard to go back to Hamburger Helper...)
If you're feelin' low
We got to go
(It's your choice though, baby...)
Get into the party life

Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
(Yeah, baby...)
Is you headin' to the party life?
(Is you rollin'?
You can stall out or ball out...)
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
Is you headin' to the party life?
(Make a choice...
It's so gangster, baby...)
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?

Sippin' on my vino
Got me cooler than Pacino
When DeNiro put together my real life it's like CASINO
They should pay me for some B-roll
Takin' G-strokes through the ghee-to
When rap-p-p-pid fire's just a neccesary evil
Hola Hovito', cooler than zero
B-low fresh one blade, no chemo
Art with no easel
Please, it's no equal
Ya boy's off the wall, these other niggas is Tito

Oh...
I like the party life
The city in bright lights
These girls dressin' skintight...
(Damn,...
Ay baby, I said I'm, I'm Off The Wall, I'm like a...
Young Michael Jackson, these other niggas is Tito...
Shout out to Randy, Real Talk!)

When you're blue
You got nothin' to do
(I'm a just let this ride out...)
Head into the party life
(I might let it ride out for like 7 minutes, you can groove to it, whatever)
If you're feelin' low
We got to go
(Let's two-step... aaow!)
Get into the party life
(Guru, turn the lights down, let's keep it smooth...
This that shit you roll up, like a lil' tight J to...
Sip ya lil' wine...)
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
Is you headin' to the party life?
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
Is you headin' to the party life?
(whatever your vice is, you know?
Whatever YOU like to do... get into yo' comfort zone, baby...
Get into yo' comfort zone... uh huh)

When you're blue
You got nothin' to do
(Head into the party life...)
Head into the party life
If you're feelin' low
We got to go
(I don't even want it to stop, tho, forreal tho...)
Get into the party life

Step into my bedroom
I call it the Red room
C-cause it gets h-h-hot-t-t
I trust you gon' like it
See, why are we talkin' all this fly shit?
C-c-c-c-cause I'm the flyest
Hovito, baby
No equal, baby
So, petite n' gold
Let the beat go
Now I'm eatin' gold, baby
Hovito, baby
No equal, baby
So, petite n' gold
Let the beat go
Now can we go crazy?...
(Ooh!...)

When you're blue
You got nothin' to do
Head into the party life
If you're feelin' low
We got to go
Get into the party life...

(Yo... nothin' in the world makes me sadder than to see a lonely girl...)

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

'03 Bonnie & Clyde

[talking]
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's trippy how hard
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City"
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

[Chorus]
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin Bag
Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus]

[Beyonce]
(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that sombody's me
Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus]

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International ... uugh ...
Show ya young boys how to do this thing

The maturation of Jay-Z Z
Check me out

30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot still
Better broad better au-to-mo-bile
Bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill
Then by the songs end I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of 21
By 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I'm, young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-duce with curtains so you can't see me and I didn't even have to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch I got the right watch
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I ... got ... stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck, this is child abuse
Call diapers, I might just be gettin' nicer
Them young boys ain't ready for real
30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to play the block like that (like that)
I use to carry knots like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Bae boy, cause I'm all grown up

30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire still
These young boys is like a fire drills (uugh)
False alarms (uugh)
Next don? (naah)
Heen got- (on)
To the next one (Young)
I'm still here (yeah)
Still here, like Mike gotta stop playin' with these children (yeah)
I'm a bully with the bucks
Don't let the patten leather shoes fool you young'n, I got the fully in the tux
That was my past now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a slum army
To hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
And I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly
Listen to R&B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall back for real
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Bae boy, cause I'm all grown up

Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Yall young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's straight
I like South Beach but I'm in San Tropez
Yall drink Dom but not Rose' (hey)
Your chick shop in the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf's
Comin' back with Birken Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch
You from the era where snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the future (why?)
yall respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
Yall go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
Yeah we use to ball like that (like that)
Now we own the ball team, halla back (holla back)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Bae boy, cause I'm all grown up

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Ain't No Nigga

[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed,
You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
They conniving shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin in my after life..
Laugin my shit is tight
You who askin right...

[Chorus:]

Aint no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(man a they own, man a they own)

[Jay-Z]
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin me weak
Yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
You can't change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
So I run way the fuck up in em
And wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say God..
He's keepin it real jigga stay hard
Lawd don't even trip
I never slip, nigga what you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get ill
-what's the deal-

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these ho's be makin me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke
But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don
Flippin weight..heroin and shit
You know my pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells
So who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
On how I fuck the best a shit
Specially when Im flippin Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit
When you was in letters and bullshit berattas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens' up in your benz's
High post, I swear you be killin me
Playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
Cuz you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
Your comisary stay pilin
How you livin large on the island
All them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

[Chorus]

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Allure

Young! For life
Once again it's the life, yessss
(I don't know why, I.. get so high on)
It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do
(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)

[Verse One]
The allure of breakin the law
Is always too much for me to ever ignore
I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with a V-Dub engine
Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted
Bey Venay kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists
My women friend get tennis bracelets
Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with
The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded
Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it
I put my feet in the footprints left to me
Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy
Man my brother hustled so, naturally
Up next is me, but what perplexes me
Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play
The starrin role in "Hovito's Way"

[Chorus]
It's just life, I solemnly swear
To change my approach, stop shavin coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
Cause I be doin the most.. oh no!
But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!

[Verse Two]
I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka
'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real
Peal the top up like a toupee
Mix the water, with the soda
Turn the pot up make a souflee
All of y'all can get it like group page in your 2-way
I'm livin proof that crime do pay
Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads
Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game
Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train
All in the name of love
Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came
Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed
Or even the worst pain is the distress
Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain
And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust
Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain
But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name
To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain
To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes
We all hustlers, in love with the same thang

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun
In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns
And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need
What the game did to my pulse, with no results
And you can treat your nose and still won't come close
The game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts
And I'm just a moth, addicted to the floss
And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost..
And I can't explain why, I just love to get high
Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse
Of course

[Chorus]

Once again it's the life
I said it's the life
Once again it's the life - oh no!
(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)
Get so (get so high on) uh-huh
(get so high - high off the life!)
Hahahahahahaha - woo!

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

All I Need

It's the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is right... (check)
My bucket is low... (check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredible...

Fuck it...
I guess I got my swagger back
Mama that said I killed her man
Well I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the heezy
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like
Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh...
Now understands we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me
Better watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to your empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah...
Double G-A livewire nigga holla back

[CHORUS]
All I need...
Rocawear... (check)
Nike Airs... (check)
Mean bucket... (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need...
That new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way

C'mon...now...
All I need in this world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script
Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin' true

[CHORUS]

Listen...
The cream too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman [giggle]
Any given Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's that quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps...
We've got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby

[CHORUS]

Listen...
(All I need)
Rocafella Records...
Freeway...
Oskino and Sparks...
Chris & Neef
(All I need)
Mickey and Mallory...
Broad Street Bully...
M-Extra Money, ha...
YOUNG!
(All I need)
H to the izzo...
CLUE!
Rell...
Uh huh...yeah, yeah...
(All I need)

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

American Gangster

I'm from the 80's,
Home of the heroine,
Error of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New rich porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Momma was a mink wearer, Papa ran numbers
So it's plain to see, where my whole plan come from
American dream, I'm living the life still
The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill
Still I'm grinding, army jacket lining
40 below timbs on, getting my M's on
My best friends gone, I seen bad days
Still find songs that I hear him on
Getting my Mary J. Blige Reminisce on
I hear his voice in my mind, like, nigga live on
So I get on that fly shit I been on
Spin on corners in enzo with rims on
But for info, puffin on Endo-Nesia
Give me amnesia
I ease up, that right, I'm high nigga
I want the sky,
The world when I'm done
I'm give it to my sons
Let 'em live it up, split it up, switch it up,
Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done
The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame, a list of hits next to all my names
I came, if the sky should fall
And it all goes tomorrow, and they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars
Don't cry for me Argentina, I mobbed the beamer
Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardina
In Ibiza I had pizza in the club
Ladies know I'm that guy, they wanna piece of my love
Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime
Billie Jean the goddamn boy ain't mine
And the Roc break up, had the people losing hope
Can't lie they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes
Now I'm back in the go mode, back in the go-go's
Throwing the diamond up, repping the logo
Rose gold rose flow, I'm okay though
What Don't kill me makes stronger than before so
Here we go and I'm not domino
When it all falls down, I'm like Kanye's jaw
I might break but I don't fold, till I hold the sky in my hand
Yeah that's my goal
And then I bid you Freddy Adu
Prodigal Child, y'all not ready for the future
Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle
My name will be viewed such
Here's to the man that refused to give up
I want the sky nigga, Chuuuuuuch

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Anything

[Chorus Usher & Pharrell]

Anything you want girl
I'll bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor girl
And I'll grant all your wishes
You know, you know, you know,
You know, you know, you know,
You hot
Especially when you bounce, bounce
I really like it when you bounce, bounce

[Verse One]

Ooh you so nasty
Amateur pole dancing
Come and get this cash from me
They call me rain man
She tried to rain dance
Money so long it will drown you girl
Buried under so much stacks
They had to pull back about 50 thou
Before they found ya girl
I brought book bags of that bankroll
I'm a D boy baby they know
I'm an original D boy
They go bankrupt if they try to keep up
No roof in my car but I got mirrors on the ceiling
I'll spread bread on the bed
Ever had sex on a million
Tell me

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]

Red light, TLC
Through the left eye
My POV
On the eye chat
How's that for computer love
She rolled her eyes back
I'm like ooh you're so nasty
You turned my Maybach back seat
Into the Hotel De'Paris
I ain't gotta go
Down to the go-go
You got a private show that's like magic city
I got stacks of fifties
I got piles of hundreds
That's role play
Act like you want it
You know you know you hot like fire
You throw that body
I'll throw them dollars
But not them 1's and not no 5's
Have you ever seen a Grover Cleveland?
That's a thousand dollars

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Girl
You know
You hot like fire
As I blow some dough
You might retire
Take it slow like Ne-Yo
When shots was fired
In the Matrix have patience
Got lots of bottles
Rock-a-bye baby JAY-Z got notes like Mariah
Got no 1's got no 5's
My D notes are higher
I'm a D boy, they decoys
They money is lighter
Like Nicole Richie
Roll with me
They on the diet baby

[Chorus 2x]