Текст песни Jay-Z f Dr. Dre - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
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{*intro sound of flame: Dr. Dre`s "Chronic" trademark*}[Dre] YEAH![Jay] Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom[Dre] D-R-E![Jay] Say it with me niggaz, boom boom[Dre] And Jay-Z![Jay] Boom boom boom boom[Dre] What the fuck?![Jay] Boom boom boom boom[Dre] Watch me![Jay] Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom[Dre] Compton![Jay] Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo..[Dre] C`mon![Jay-Z]You gotta, pop that styles, rock that watch dialSee that Benz? Cop that nowDrop-that-top-down, they gon` kill us anywayThem cops uptown hit holmes with forty-one roundsLive yo` life, get yo` iceShe been with you since day one nigga, trick on yo` wifeSpend that dough, when in doubt, take that tripShe ain`t livin for the moment homey shake that bitchHe that cool, he can`t take you nowhere? Then leave that foolBe that rude if he that coolSave for what? Ball til your days is upThis place is fucked, all type of AIDS and suchHow they make it where you afraid to fuckThey gave us drugs then turned around and investigated usLife is short, then you on life supportso in between it all I`ma say I seen it all, watch meChorus: Dr. DrePlace yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh)and tell me you won`t ball every chance you get (uhh, watch me)At any, chance you hit (that`s right) we live for the moment(yo, watch, watch) Makes sense don`t it? Now make dollars(Watch me) You see me around some cheese(Watch me) See me with hustlers around them G`s(Watch me) Blowin `dro runnin through pounds of weed(Watch me) At the bar baby, round`s on me(Watch me)[Jay-Z]Watch me turn somethin out of nothin, turn platinum from goldWatch me light the Cohiba off the Viking stoveI take an empty bank account, fill it with oh`sI take an empty building then I fill it with hoesWatch me, cop that Coupe, shine for the ladieshave em sayin, "Damn I never seen a watch that blue"And while they still mesmerized I pop that cooch`Shit, law enforcement couldn`t stop that dudeGuess who? Fresh off of "Volume 2"Back at you, peep the numbers my album doThey call me Cham-pagne-hovah, wake up with a hangoverWhen y`all think the game`s over, do the same thing overStill with the same soldiersStill gettin brain and it`s plain ain`t a thang gon` change overHop out the truck, hand on my cock and nutsWho got the bank, I`m stoppin it up, watch meChorus: Dr. DrePlace yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh)and tell me you won`t ball every chance you get (watch me)At any, chance you hit, we live for the momentMakes sense don`t it? Now make dollars(Watch me) You see me around some cheese(Watch me) Hangin with hustlers around them G`s(Watch me) Blowin `dro runnin through pounds of weed(Watch me) At the bar bitch, round`s on me(Watch me)[Jay-Z]Yo the watch too rocky, need shadesContinental sittin on blades, spinnin like wavesGun too Brock-y, behaveBig shot, plus I`m feelin like Rocky these daysIce don`t melt I could ski through a heatwaveNights won`t help you see Jay, it`ll be dayMy shit too bright, I rip through micsplus I push more powder than Crystal LightChick mad, said I hold my pistol too tightGet a grip bitch, this how I get through lifeI buy out the bar, spit Crist` through the micSee Jigga in the 6 and all the shit you likeSee Jigga givin dick to every bitch you likeI told her, "It`s Jay-Day and Hit-You-Night"You wanna, see me again you gotta get two diceI got rules I can`t hit you twice, you heard me?Watch me