Jay-Z Feat. kanye West - Gotta have it - lyrics
Music gender: Hip Hip / Rap
Artist: Jay Z featuring Kaney West
Title:GOTTA HAVE IT
Year:2011
Album: watch the throne -
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| I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this [Jay-Z] Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it back I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together I give you a snotty nose from body blows Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha Chorus [Jay-Z] The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress Cause just around the corner beez the best player You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth You better blow that shhhiiitt out The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that? You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy And we all gotta fall off, but you first G I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh Chorus [Jay-Z] Ha-hah This how we do All year round, this is how it goes down Now check it out I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it? My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds So I bought a money machine and it goes A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def? I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich This nigga's nothin but the truth Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo It goes, one dime for your mind Two bone crushers for your spine Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine Chorus: repeat 2X Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five with a little help along, c'mon Sacue Money defintly repesentin Big Jaz in the house Superman production type shit |
| Hot Toddy (Feat Jay-Z) Lyrics [Jay-Z] They call me King Hov..Copy? They call me King Hov..Copy? They call me King Hov..Copy? [Usher - hook] Im like oh Kimosabe your body is my hobby (?) tell your girl she leaving I’ll meet you in the lobby I’m so cold yeah I need that hot sabi [Usher] I see you like it tough, I hear you baby claiming you a bad b-tch show me baby I’m a wild boy you tryna tame me baby the way I get it from the (?) can you keep me faithful got a lot of girls got a lot of flava thats why when I hit em they want me to return the favour yeah I hear what you sayin i hear you babe you be with me to the point you be screaming my name [Chorus] that I’m tryna get your clothes off from what Im seeing you look so soft (?) yeah I done had a lot of women and they tell me what they do but can you show me babe yeah you got me right [Hook] [Usher - Verse 2] Im a (?) lover I pick em up talk a lot of, I hope its good as you putting out yeah you fancy huh I’m tryna pull you out I see there’s a lot of girls standing round she say [Singing] You think youre the best and I only want the best [Hook] [Chorus] [Jay-Z] They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? cop? copy? They call me King Hov, copy? Big ballin is my hobby So much so they think I’m down with the illuminati my watch do illuminate my pockets are (?) but I’m God body better ask somebody I was born a God I made myself a king which means I down graded to a human being you was born a Goddess I made you my queen which mean we upgraded to Louis the thirteen Hot toddy her body like cognac her momma like (?) we birthed a couple of sacks (?) we did it Indian style had the girls speaking In tongue she like young you hung what you done done stop it fore you wake up my momma might (ahhhh) now that I’ve arrived it’s time that you go… I’m so cold I’m so cold… [Chorus] |
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