[Otis Redding] It makes it easier, easier to bear, yeah You won't regret it, no no No, girls they don't forget it LOVE is their home, happiness, yeah Squee... squee... squee... squeeze her Don't tease her, never leave her
[Jay-Z] Sounds so soulful, don't you agree? OWW! Uhh
I invented swag Poppin bottles, puttin supermodels in the cab Proof... I guess I got my swagger back, truth New watch alert, Hublot's Or the big face Roley, I got two of those Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes; go
[Kanye West] "Damn Yeezy and Hov', where the hell you been?" Niggaz talkin real reckless, stuntmen I adopted these niggaz, Phillip Drummond 'em Now I'm 'bout to make 'em tuck they whole summer in They say I'm crazy, well I'm 'bout to go dumb again They ain't see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week I was in my other other Benz Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another 'gain
[Jay-Z] Yeah, photo shoot fresh, lookin like wealth I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live from the Mercer Run up on Yeezy the wrong way I might murk ya Flee in the G-450 I might surface Political refugee asylum can be purchased Uh, everything's for sale I got five passports, I'm never goin to jail
[Kanye West] I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never goin to hell Couture level flow, it's never goin on sale Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain't 'custommed to goin through customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the house got 'em showin off I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-naaaaaaaaaa!
[Jay-Z] Welcome to Havana Smokin Cubanas with Castro in cabanas Viva México, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Drivin Benzes, with no benefits Not bad, huh? For some immigrants Build your fences, we diggin tunnels Can't you see we gettin money up under you?
[Kanye West (Jay-Z)] Can't you see the private jets flyin over you? Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?" Jay is chillin (uhh) 'Ye is chillin (uhh) What more can I say? (What more can I say?) We killin 'em Hold up, before we end this campaign As you can see we done bodied the damn lanes Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change And pray that all of their pain be champagne