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Jay-Z f Kid Capri

It`s Like That

206 3 часа назад

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[Jay-Z]Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y`allUhh, watch this y`allC`mon, Jigga, watch this y`allC`mon, Roc-A-Fella y`all.. {*ad libs continue*}[Kid Capri]It`s Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it`s Jay-Z and Kid CapriCause I`m like that yo! I`m really like that[Verse One: Jay-Z]As a young`un dumbin, gun in the waistSold crack to those who couldn`t take the painAnd had to numb it with baseCouldn`t drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to wasteLife`s like a treadmill, niggas runnin in placeGettin nowhere fast, a whole year done pastI vowed to never stop winnin, `til the earth stop spinninRock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot womenIf it`s not him then you got it confused, y`all not rememberinMy motto is simply I will not loseAbide by the block rules, I buy my glocks usedwit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?I`m raised, illrational, way misunderstoodIf you ain`t live like I live, been one with the hoodI done what I could, to come up with this paper `til this day stillRun with the hood, guess it`s part of my natureIf hell awaits a, nigga I`m comin with the razorsStill flashin ya shit, try to pass me in a sixType classy on the wrists, every bit of 30 karatsThis is, not a game this is not why I cameMay these words find a spot on your brain and burnThen I recycle my life I shall return[Chorus 2X]: Female voice and Jay-Z [Woman] How tight is your flow?[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo[Woman] How right is your dough?[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo[Woman] How white is your blow?[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo[Woman] Only, write what you know[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that [Verse Two: Jay-Z]I`m a hop skip and a jump from grippin the pumpSpittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chumpShit, I get digits in lumpsI`m a motherfuckin problem, is this what you want?Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paperI hate the ones that blow up ya beeperCause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divasImpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha]Fuck hot, my records got the feverNiggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped upI creep up when the beef heats upCaught him with his feet up and shoes off, bout to snooze offHatin, cause you can`t turn the booze offYou dudes is too soft, why I don`t fuck with you allI might bark your ex, and spit at the locksBut, other than that, I don`t be fuckin with catsJust me Ty and B.I., thug it like thatE, Dame and Biggs, what`s fuckin with that?Y`all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for thatOther than a couple of slugs in ya back [huh huh]Rappers y`all, runnin around like I won`t gun ya downLast nigga that fronted, two shots spun him aroundLord, accept this offerin here`s somethin for your crownI admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won [Chorus] - Repeat 3x[Jay-Z: Repeat 2x til fade] Girls and guns, all I wantstock exchange, rocks and thangs

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