Jay-Z lyrics
Jay-Z lyrics
"Snoopy Track(feat. Juvenile Lyrics"
Dices Que Te Iras Lyrics
Porque te sueo si no estas aqui Si tu me faltas el silencio es fin Y no hay palabras para explicar Como este Amor logro cambiar de un soplo a el corazon Y para mi, no habra un maana mas sin ti. Dices que te iras Mas no me oiras decirte adios POrque este amor Te traera deuevo junto a mi Veras q
Porque te sueo si no estas aqui Si tu me faltas el silencio es fin Y no hay palabras para explicar Como este Amor logro cambiar de un soplo a el corazon Y para mi, no habra un maana mas sin ti. Dices que te iras Mas no me oiras decirte adios POrque este amor Te traera deuevo junto a mi Veras q
[Jay-Z]
Bounce
Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha
Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh
This for my hustlers.. uh-huh
And for the bitches.. yeah
Yo, yo
This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober I'm
Breaking Us in Two Lyrics
BREAKING US IN TWO JOE JACKSON - 1982 Don't you feel like trying something new Don't you feel like breaking out or breaking us in two You don't do the things that I do You want to do the things I can't do Always something breaking us in two
a toast to myselfBREAKING US IN TWO JOE JACKSON - 1982 Don't you feel like trying something new Don't you feel like breaking out or breaking us in two You don't do the things that I do You want to do the things I can't do Always something breaking us in two
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy
May God protect my soul, angels walk with me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me
I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the fuck?
[Chorus: Juvenile repeat 2X]
You know, we ride
All day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
[Jay-Z]
This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they clothes
All them money makin honeys that slide down the poles
All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0
All the baby ma
Opus 4 Lyrics
No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day - No sky - no earthly view - No distance looking blue - No road - no street - no "t'other side the way" - No end to any Row - No indications where the Crescents go - No top to any steeple - No recognitions of familiar people -mas across the globe; aiyyo
I like my women friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem.. shit!
I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed
With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it I'm the don
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Wha-What?<
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin alright
Who got em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin up
Who shit is big pimpin? See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em
I keep rappers talkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em
Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah; icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
It's "The Roc"
[Chorus 1.5X]
No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day - No sky - no earthly view - No distance looking blue - No road - no street - no "t'other side the way" - No end to any Row - No indications where the Crescents go - No top to any steeple - No recognitions of familiar people -
I like my women friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem.. shit!
I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed
With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it I'm the don
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Wha-What?<
Pay To Cum Lyrics
I make decisions with precision, Lost inside this manned collision, Just to see that what to be is, Perfectly my fantasy, I came to know with now dismay, That in this world we all must pay, Pay to write, pay to play, pay to cum, pay to fight! And all in time, With just our minds, We soon will find w
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This is for my dice shooters, cats doin lifeI make decisions with precision, Lost inside this manned collision, Just to see that what to be is, Perfectly my fantasy, I came to know with now dismay, That in this world we all must pay, Pay to write, pay to play, pay to cum, pay to fight! And all in time, With just our minds, We soon will find w
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin alright
Who got em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin up
Who shit is big pimpin? See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em
I keep rappers talkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em
Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah; icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
It's "The Roc"
[Chorus 1.5X]