Jay-Z - It's Like That (feat. Kid Capri) | Текст песни

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• It's Like That (feat. 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 winnin,
'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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