Текст песни Ms. Jade f Jay-Z - Girl, Interrupted
Ms. Jade f Jay-Z - Girl, Interrupted слова песни
* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1: Ms. Jade]You best come on, get that ass swung onWhen dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold onMake sure it`s stick so Ricky ain`t droppin` MickeysMy bitches puts on them quickies, and skirts gets the itchyPimpin` this game quickly, and brody and niggas quit meFor cat that talk iffy, get swung on like K. GriffeyThey spit willie, though half of the bitches feel meThe other half is trashed, cuz words could never kill meI got this thick, it`s ridiculous how I switch shitLook who I`m with, 215 and Timbaland, bitchWhether it`s friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde, Cris or MoeI`m stackin` decimals, stoops, steps and best of yousI write mine, like mine, now I gotta sparkAll bite, no bark, play my damn partI get inside you, show you how Philly bitches doPimp you, then I`ll get rid of you, I`ll shit on your whole crew[Chorus]Now let me count it off (Repeat 3x)Hey you, blow your whistleNow let me count it off (Repeat 3x)Hey you, blow your whistleNow let me count it off (Repeat 3x)Hey you, blow your whistleNow let me count it off (Repeat 3x)[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]I know it`s rare, but niggas they feel me everywhereI`m from the land of white tees, Vickie`s and Roca-WearNY guys spit at cats, do-ragsPop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they JagsI got dem niggas in LA crip walkin` in the truckAtlanta, down south bamma`s, you know they get it crunkNow I`ma float on, roll me somethin` to smoke onYou hope I go away, continue to get your hope onRap game, regardless I stack changethe same affect as the gameMs. Jade is tha mutha-f-in` nameI got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to PhillyWon`t stop `til they kill meI get it done, rap chicks see me and runOnly mixin` coke with the rumAin`t scared, niggas be bumsYou wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptieSuburbans, Benz or the two seatsMajor numbers the first weekRepeat Chorus[Verse 3: Jay-Z (during 2nd half of chorus)]Uh, come on with it, get down with itUh, come on with it, get down with itYea, it`s young Vito, voice of the young peopleRoc C-E-O, hot hits for the P-OI`m so trill, the wood pandlin`, handlin` mealsTwenty inch jumpers from standin` on my wheelsThey can`t understand it, god damnit, he`s illEverytime I drive, gotta prescribe `em for panic pillsI`m gigantic, the Titanic would never sinkEven with the band playin`, before that happend, that man sprayin` (BUCK!)They all fifteens, glocks and tecsAK`s will pop, I bring ya all out the closet, girlsNiggas is homos really, but when they smokin` on purpleThey get loco, but you know I know the drillyIt`s for these positions, that`s why I keep the biscuitsYou ain`t Tony Sopranno, you pussy, sleep with the fishesYou know I`m reppin from that 7-1-8Shots to you f-in` son, class over, lesson`s doneHOV`!!!Repeat Chorus