everythin from jay-z,especially sh!ts from his latest album "american gangster" ,def a 6 star album of 2007,qualityness n bangin,Peep it out.
Roc Boyshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCDJ85DJJAs"And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH!
First of all I wan' thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life
Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer
Chorus: Jay-z [Kanye West]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
[We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY]
Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Niggas got less steps then Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)
Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme
chorus x 3
Sweet, let that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking flight, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like...
Hovies home...Lukey baby
Hahahahaha...ow!"
Party Lifehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkV9erL8cvA"Ohhhhhhhhhhh.. I like the party life!
The city in bright lights
Little girls dressed in the skintight
[Jay-Z over samples]
Break out the red lights, welcome to the party life
Welcome to the 70's... sah-wweet~!
[Jay-Z]
Ordered some Patreezy, while talkin to this breezy
Brushin off my three-piece, I make this look too easy
So tall and lanky; my suit, it should thank me
I make it look, good to be this hood Meyer Lansky
Mixed with Lucky Lefty, gangster effortlessly
Papa was a rolling stone it's in my an-ces-try
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggaz never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY
[samples]
When you're blue, and got nothin to do
Welcome to the party life
If you're feelin low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life
[Jay-Z over samples]
Hehehehe... baby I said I-I sport, fly shit
I should win the Espy
I'm really in another league, babe
I got a slick mouth, you might wanna roll with me
[Jay-Z]
I'm on the bra strap, she's on my dick
Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's my biiitch!
I be the boss of that, I'm on her shiiit
So all you niggaz fall back, I'll split ya wiiig
She's my little quarterback - ya dig?
Cause I'm all that in the sack; yeah, ya dig?
I spoiled her, foiled it if you fakin jax
She's used to million dollar vacations
Fuck y'all gon' do with that?
[samples]
When you're blue, and got nothin to do
Welcome to the party life
If you're feelin low, we got to see the glow
Get into the party life
[Jay-Z over samples]
Ay baby, see
When you're used to filet mignon
It's kinda hard to go back to Hamburger Helper
It's your choice though baby
Head into the party life
[Interlude]
(Is you rollin, rollin, rollin)
Yeah, baby, is you rollin?
{Head into the party life}
You can stall out or ball out
(Is you rollin, rollin, rollin)
Make a choice
{Headin-headin to the party life}
It's so gangster, baby
[Jay-Z]
Sippin on my vino got me cooler than Pacino
and DeNiro put together my real life is like "Casino"
They should pay me for some B-roll
Takin G-strokes through the ghee-to
When rap-pap-pap-pid fire's just a neccesary evil
Hola Ho-vi-to, cooler than ze-ro
Be-low, fresh one blade, no chemo
Art with no easel, please it;s no equal
Your boy's "Off the Wall" these other niggaz is Tito
[samples]
Ohhhhhhhhhhh.. I like the party life!
The city in bright lights
Little girls dressed in the skintight
[Jay-Z over samples]
DAMN~! Ay baby I said I'm
I'm "Off the Wall" I'm like a young Michael Jackson
These other niggaz is Tito
Shout out to Randy, hehehehe
Real talk!
[samples]
When you're blue, and got nothin to do
Welcome to the party life
If you're feelin low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life
[Jay-Z over samples]
I'ma just let this ride out
I might let it ride out for like seven minutes
You can groove to it, whatever
Get your two step - AOWWW!
Guru, turn the lights down
Let's keep it smooth
This that shit you roll up, like a lil' tight J to
Sip your lil' wine, whatever your vice is y'know
Whatever you like to do
Get into your comfort zone baby, get into yo' comfort zone
[samples]
When you're blue, and got nothin to do
Welcome to the party life
If you're feelin low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life
[Jay-Z over samples]
Head into the party life
I don't even want it to stop though, f'real though
[Jay-Z]
Step into my bedroom, I, call it the red room
Cau-cause it gets hot hot hot hot...
I trust you gon' like it; see, why are we talkin all this fly shit?
Cau-cau-cau-cau-cau-cause I'm the flyest
Hovito, baby, no equal, baby
Sold perico, beat the RICO, now I'm leg-al ba-by
Hovito, baby, no equal, baby
Sold perico, beat the RICO, now can we go crazy
[samples]
When you're blue, and got nothin to do
Welcome to the party life
If you're feelin low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life"
I Know(Live Gig)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wn8l8g-8TOk"[Chorus - Pharrell] (Jay-Z)
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
(I know what you like)
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
(I know what you love)
Everything you like
Everything you love
Everything you like
Everything you love
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like
Everything you like
(Baby you like ....HOV!)
Everything you love
(Baby you love ....HOV!)
Everything you like
(Baby you like ....HOV!)
Everything you love
(Baby you love ....HOV!)
[Verse 1]
Uh
She wants that old thing back
Uh, uh, uh
She want those heroin tracks
She likes me
She fiends for me nightly
She leans for me
Morning she rush for my touch
This is about lust
Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her
My presence is a must, must-must
Bonita Applebum, I gotta put you on
If I didn't when we cuttin', the feeling would be too strong
In any form, I'm giving you sweet dreams
That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing
That Black Rain that take away your pain
Just for one night, baby, take me in vein
Now that feelin' got you trippin'
You no wanna feel no different
Said lust has got you itchin'
All wide open and its' drippin'(eh,eh,eh,eh)
I know what you like, I am your prescription
I'm your physician, I'm your addiction
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I am so dope
Like Louis Vuittons with the red bottoms
You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em
Like every color, Giuseppe's your guilty pleasure is me
Its so much fun, you shun therapy
Although it never be, the feeling is fleeting
Shopping's like coppin', you constantly need it
I'm never around, you constantly seeking
You'll never be down, I know where your peak is
9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps
I keep tryin' to remind you to keep tellin' yourself
Now your conscience is interfering, like "Better yourself!"
Like you better get help
But when that medicine's felt?
We're back together
Don't ever leave me
Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me
My China White, 'til we D.O.A.
Its Montega forever, baby, lets get away....
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
How could you leave me?
I thought that you needed me
When the world got too much and you pleaded with me
Who helped you immediately?
How speedy of me
How could you deny me so vehemently?
Now your body is shakin' trying to free it of me
And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me
And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me
Damn, I'm missing the days when you needed the D
[Chorus]"
Cant Knock the Hustle--from "Reasonable Doubt"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96sFW-3vGv4"Bounce.. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Check, check
[Jay-Z]
Yo, I'm makin short term goals, when the weather folds
just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold
Chilly with enough bail money to free a big willie
High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly
Shoppin sprees, copin three
Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes
bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha
50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me
Chrome socks beamin
Through my perephreal I see ya schemin
Stop dreamin, I leave your body steamin
Niggaz is fiendin, what's the meanin?
I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin
with the sound of my money machine-in {*brrrr*}
My cup runneth, over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin
Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow
The Don Juan DeMarco; swear to God, don't get it fucked up
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
I'm takin out this time
to give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle)
Who do you think you are?
Baby one day you'll be a star
[Jay-Z]
Last seen out of state where I drop my slang
I'm deep in the South kickin up top game
Bouncin on the highway switchin fo' lanes
Screamin through the sunroof - money ain't a thang
Your worst fear confirmed
Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm
Gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn
Why play with fire, burn
We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire
We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm
'til legs spread like germs
I got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes
and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows
What y'all don't know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy
cause that's the way you're makin me feel
(cause you can't knock the hustle)
I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time
to knock the hustle for real
[Jay-Z]
Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin, punchin the clock
My function is to make much and lay back munchin
Sippin Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch
Nothin to stop, un.. ..stoppable
Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what
Straight bananas; can a nigga, see me?
Got the US Open, advantage Jigga
Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus
Le Tigre, son you're too eager
You ain't havin it? Good, me either
Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh?
At my arraignment, screamin
all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even
Thievin, as long as I'm breathin
Can't knock the way a nigga eatin - fuck you even!
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
I'm takin out this time
to give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are?
Baby one day you'll be a star
But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy
cause that's the way you're makin me feel
I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time
to knock the hustle for real
{*Mary J. Blige ad libs to fade*}"
