[Jay-Z] Uh, the Mike Jordan of rap, the Mike Jackson of pop The Mike Tyson of street, Airs with no socks The Hugh Hef of the game, yeah it won't stop Till I meet the Lara Croft of the hood, it's all good The Spielberg when I spill words to tracks I'm a sick dude, you can't feel worse than that For you slow-minded dudes I reverse it back I gotta sick flow, see ain't no nursin' that But mommie, if ya rock my world I'll get you the baby bucket, you can be my baby pride girl The white Nike Airs, we call em' Wifey Airs Size 4-5, how cute is your size That new, cute mubble, get you horses to drive I paint that picture, cause ain't no nigga Like the one you get from, Mike holla
[Michael Jackson] I don't think they're ready for this one
[Michael Jackson] My life will never be the same Cause girl, you came and changed The way I walk The way I talk I cannot explain the things I feel for you But girl, you know it's true Stay with me, fulfill my dreams And I'll be all you'll need Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels so right (Girl) I've searched for the perfect love all my life (All my life) Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels like I (Like I) Have finally found her perfect love is mine (See, I finally found, come on, girl)
[Chorus] You rocked my world, you know you did And everything I'm gonna give (You rocked my world) And there ain't nothing we could find Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world) You rocked my world, you know you did (Girl) And everything I'm gonna give (I want you, girl) And there ain't nothing we could find Someone like you to call mine
[Michael Jackson] In time I knew that love would bring This happiness to me I tried to keep my sanity I waited patiently Girl, you know it seems My life is fully complete Our love is true because of you You're doin' what you do Oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think that I (Oh) Have finally found the perfect love I searched for allmy life (Searched for all my life) Oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think I'd find (Whoa...oh...oh...) Such a perfect love that's so right (Whoa, girl)
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[Jay-Z] H to the izzo Make ya leave ya jerkey boy like Frank Rizzo My next get bank Jigga voice his music, forget the track Clap, clap, clap, clap Before we lose it, Trackmasters bring it back, let's go
[Trackmaster & Jay-Z] Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!) Uh, yeah better get it right, who Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!) Uh, yeah better get it right, who Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!) Uh, yeah better get it right, who Everybody put cha' hands in the air (AH YEAH!) Uh, yeah better get it right, who