| Letras de Canciones de Jay-Z | | |
| Artista: Jay-Z |
| Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life |
| Canción: It´s like that |
| | [Jay-Z]
Yeah, un huh, watch this y´all, come on,watch this y´all, Jigga
Roc-a-fella ya´ll, uhhhh, come on yea !
[Kid Capri}
It´s Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It´s Kid Capri and Jay-Z
Cause I´m Like That yo ! Cause I´m like that yo !
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist
Sold crack to those who couldn´t take the pain
And had to numb it with baste
Couldn´t drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase
I needed something to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste
Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed to never stop winin, ´til the earth stop spinnin
Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women
If it´s not him then you got it confused, y´all not remembering,
My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules,
I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ?
I´m raised, illrational, way misunderstood,
If you ain´t live like I live then run with the hood
I done what i could, to come up with this paper ´til this day still
Run with the hood, guess it´s part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ?
Nigga I´m coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit
Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist
Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game
This isn´t why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain
And burn, then I recycle my life
I shall return
[Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z]
[Woman]
How tight is your flow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I´m like that yo !
[Woman]
How right is your dough ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I´m like that yo !
[Woman]
How white is your blow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I´m like that yo !
[Woman]
Only writers you know
[Jay-Z]
Cause I´m like that
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I´m a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump
Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump
Shit, I get digits in lumps, I´m a motherfucking problem is this what you want
?
Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva,
And reefer paper, I hate the one´s that blow up ya beeper
Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas
Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha]
Fuck hot my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up
I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up
And shoes off, bout to snooze off
Hatin, cause you can´t turn the booze off
You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
But, other than that I ain´t even fucking with cats
Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs
What´s fuckin with that ?
Y´all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
Other then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh]
Rappers y´all runnin around, like I won´t gun ya down
Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around
Lord, except this offer here´s somethin for your crown
I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one
[Chorus : Repeat 3x]
[Jay-Z: Repeat 2x til fade]
Girls and guns, all i want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs
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