Текст песни Jay-Z f Amil, Beanie Sigel - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
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[Jay-Z]Roc-A-Fella.. y`all know what this isWe givin y`all five seconds to put your drink downand report to the dance floor immediatelyAll the bustas we givin y`all five seconds to get close to a exitIt`s about to get real ugly in hereFive seconds is up - let`s go!Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)Throw the hands up (Niggaz)Throw the hands up (Bitches)Throw the hands up (Bustas)Throw the hands up (Hustlers)Throw the hands up (Hoes!)Throw the hands up (Boasters)Throw the hands up (MAC)[Beanie Sigel]You know how Mac come through on the club tipE`rybody real deep on that thug shitCop Cris` spray the club on that thug shitCop frisks suits snub in the club quickTold y`all real high, when I come you can tryIf you want, you can die, if you want toWe hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wildBitch "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh)When my peeps come to spend, a dime apieceYou know Mac come through with a line of freaksEvery bitch on the hit be a 9 at leastWe gettin head on the floor, while you grindin freaksWhole squad get it down like thisWhole squad buyin rounds of Cris`Whole squad got they crowns on wristWhole squad got a pound of twistWhole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flipMac never slip in the clubTold y`all niggaz four-fifth in the clubIf a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the clubYou know how niggaz get in the clubShit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P.Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin shit`til they man gotta come and pick `em upGot bitches in the back bouncin to "Jigga What"You got your hands up and I ain`t even stick y`all up(E`rybody get it up) Throw the hands up(E`rybody get it up) Throw the hands up[Jay-Z] (Amil)12 AM on the way to the club (uh)1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)2 AM now I`m gettin with her (what up?)3 AM now I`m splittin with her (splittin with who?)4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)5 AM now we at my house (uh)6 AM I be diggin her out (who?)6:15 I be kickin her out (what?)7 AM I`ma call my friends (uh-huh)12AM we gon` do it againWe gon`, we gon`, we gon` do it again(We gon` do it again)[Jay-Z]By the way, yo..How the fuck you gon` talk about MC`s on our heel?When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheelsBoth arms are chunky the sleeves on chillAny given times a hundred G`s in your grillDon`t talk to me `bout MC`s got skills"He`s alright, but he`s not real"Jay-Z`s that deal, with seeds in a fieldNever fear for war, hug, squeeze that steelFuck, you gotta a flow that`s cool with meYou got a little dough that cool with meYou got a little cars, little jewelriesBut none of y`all motherfuckers could fool with meYou know the wrist frostbit minus two degreesBout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the VHat cocked can`t see his eyes, who could it be?With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?Niggaz shipped two million, then I blew the threeThen I skated the four, `fore I went on tourI came back and it`s plain, y`all niggaz ain`t rappin the sameFuck the flow, y`all jackin our slangI seen the same shit happen to KaneThree cuts in your eyebrows tryin to wild outThe game is ours, we`ll never foul outY`all just better hope we gracefully bow outThrow yo` hands up - niggaz, bitches, bustasHustlers - FUCK THAT (throw the hands up)[Amil] (Jay-Z)12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)2 AM now I`m checkin the mix (ah yeah)