Jay-Z - Can't Get With That Lyrics
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- Can't Get With That Lyrics
Album: [Jay Z] This song here.. .. is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace Who at his funeral left us with the words that he did it his way (uh huh uh huh) So I have no other choice but to do it my way Uh huh uh huh Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid I'm carefully plottin ways to make it rotten Well planned hits until you're long forgotten Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the low half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours! I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow and get a project nigga paid up the asshole if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real While others worship guns I worship tons of money tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals can't see me with the dough, uhh! Chorus: Jay-Z In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough (for real!) In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!) In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough * In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash *1: (for real!) *2: (true!) *3: (true!) [Jay-Z] More ice than winter ninety-four I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play me Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy! I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner under some vagina, discussin the finer, things My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame Chorus [Jay-Z] I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor Only pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child You need to feel how sweet the skills be to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me The high roller, rolled up on your dice game Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette I'm ghost, envied by most So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker Chorus [Jay-Z] Haha, f'real! Jay-Z lives Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh Dame Dash.. ha-ha Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh Everybody from Brooklyn Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown ?, my V-A click running thick D'Shawn definitly in the house Roughness y'all, this how we do
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