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Текст песни Jay-Z f Big Jaz, Sauce Money - Bring It On

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[Sauce Money]Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckersFuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crackShit I ain`t frontin all I want my pockets green like slum changeYaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfuckerFor real; with no trace of AIDSWe keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click niggaAiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark BarFuck a bitch D in the marked carWe got the bad bitches gaspin for air in AspenSearchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swingYou cling we do our thing and bringSling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to BeijingEast coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarinlike nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huhAl Pacino down to Nino BrownMe Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquinoTeflon, make sure your jammy is fullCause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pullTropical leaves where I got a few keyswith my man I`ll stock a few G`s, now it`s unstoppable cheeseSaid we was garbage, so fuck collegeStreet knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollarsStar studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistolsjust to see my shit, discharge pussI drop the stellar, even acapellaI got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella[Chorus: Fat Joe]Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hangAnd if not then let me do my thang(repeat 4X)[Jay-Z]Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdomsin a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoahI cream, I diamond gleamHigh post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to dropBrooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steamNiggaz wanna try to hem my long jeansUptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the sceneIn the meanwhile, here`s somethin dope for y`all to leanLiason for days on inMoney make the world go around so I made songs to spinCan I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flowlike the Mississippi riv`, lookin jig`Can`t do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed ManoloThat`s real, mixed feelings like a mulattoThug thought he was O.G. Bobby JohnsonI played him like Benny Blanco, mano a manoyou ain`t ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my gunshorizontal, get your weight up, I amtwo point two pounds you`re barely a hundred and twenty-five gramsWouldn`t expect y`all to understand this moneyDo the knowledge, do the few dollars, I`m due to demolishCrews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...("Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe)[Big Jaz]Money is powerI`m into cheddick with facial creditPure platinum fetish for cheddarsSpread letters you move you`re deadishI make moves that remove pebbles out of shoesYou suck pistol like pipe with the cristalJohn Stockton couldn`t assist youCowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.So what the fuck you doin?Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polishedSpankin dollars with the commasbangin bitches out the BahamasOn hides of llama we cry nada, fly fratherFry hotter, you die gottaFuck with me witness mananaAbsence of malice in my palaceCall cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callousTip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balanceYour frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin meSteam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleamsJewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreamsNever put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green creamChorus"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe(repeat 5X)

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