Álbum Kingdom Come de Jay-Z - Canciones
Kingdom Come
2006 | 
Sello | Roc-A-Fella Records
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- Beach ChairVer letra
Featuring: Chris MartinMúsicos invitados: Dr. Dre (Drum Programming [Uncredited]), Jon Buckland (Guitar)[X][Verse One]letra de Beach Chair
Life is but a dream to me
I don't wanna wake up
Thirty odd years without having my cake up
So I'm about my paper
24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year
I don't know why we here
Since we gotta be here
Life is but a beach chair
Went from having shabby clothes
Crossing over Abbey Roads
Hear my angels singing to me
Are you happy hov?
I just hope I'm hearing right
Karma got me feelin like
Collike are you praying for me
See I got demons in my past
So I got daughters on the way
If the prophecy's correct
Then the child shouldn't have to pay
For the sins of a father
So I barter my tommorows
Against my yesterdays
In hopes that she'll be ok
And when I'm no longer here
To shade her face from the glare
I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter
And a shiny new beach chair
[Verse Two]
Life is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these
Other guys but lullabys
Don't mean a thing to me
I'm not afraid of dying
I'm afraid of not trying
Everyday hit every wave
Like I'm Hawaiian
I don't surf the net
No I never been on myspace
Too busy letting my voice vibrate
Carving out my space
In this world of fly girls
Cutthroats & diamond cut ropes I twirls
Benzs round corners
Where the sun don't shine
I let the wheels give a glimpse
Of hope of one's grind
Some said hoe, how you get so fly
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky
My physical's a shell
So when I say farewell
My soul will find an even
Higher plane to dwell
So fly you shall
So have no fear, just know that
Life is but a beach chair
[Verse Three]
Life is but a dream Can't mimic my life
I'm the thinnest cut slice
Intercut, the winner's cup
With winters rough enough
To interrupt life
That's why I'm both
The saint & the sinner
Nice
This is Jay everyday
No compromise
No compass comes with this life
Just eyes
So to map it out
You must look inside
Sure books can guide you
But your heart defines you
Chica
Your corason is what brought us home
In great shape like Heidi Klum
Maricon, I am on
Permanent Vaca
Life is but a beach chair
This song is like a Hallmark card
Until you read each here
So till she's here
And she declared
The heir
I will be prepared
A blueprint for you to print
A map so you can back
A guide for your eyes
And so you won't lose scent
I'll make a stink for you to think
I ink these verses full of prose
So you won't get copped out of 2 cent
My last will and testament I leave my heir
My share of Roc-Afella Records and a shiny new beach chair - Minority ReportVer letra
Featuring: Ne-YoMúsicos invitados: Scott Gutierrez (Recorded By)[X][Intro: News Excerpts]letra de Minority Report
The damage here along the gulf coast is catastrophic.
There's a frantic effort under way tonight to find
Survivors. There are an uncounted number of the dead tonight...
People are being forced to live like animals...
We are desperate...
No one says the federal government is doing a good job..
And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people...
No water, I fought my country for years..
We need help, we really need help..
In Baghdad, they they drop, they air drop water, food to people.. Why can't they do that to their own people?
The same idiots that can't get water into a major American city in less than three days are trying to
Win a war...
[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down pour poured is like when Mary J. Sang
Every day it rains, so every day the pain
But ignored them, and showed em the risk was to blame
For life is a chain, cause and effected
Niggas off the chain because they affected
It's a dirty game so whatever is effective
From weed to selling kane, gotta put that in effect
Wouldn't you loot, if you didn't have the loot?
Baby needed food and you stuck on the roof
Helicopter swooped down just to get a scoop
Through his telescopic lens but he didn't scoop you
The next five days, no help ensued
They called you a refugee because you seek refuge
The commander-in-chief just flew by
Did he stop? No, he had a couple seats
Just proved jet blue he's not
Jet flew by the spot
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just dropped
Hu, That woulda been something to watch
Helicopters doing fly-bys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause they were poor kids
Left 'em on they porches same old story in New Orleans
Silly rappers, because we got a couple Porches
Mtv stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate
Sure I ponied up a mill, but I didn't give my time
So in reality I didn't give a dime, or a damn
I just put my monies in the hands of the same people that left my people stranded
Nothin' but a bandit
Left them folks abandoned
Damn, that money that we gave was just a band-aid
Can't say we better off than we was before
In synopsis this is my minority report
Can't say we better off than we was before
In synopsis this is my minority report
[Verse 2 - Ne-Yo]
So many times I'm, covering my eyes
Peeking through my fingers
Tryin' to hide my, frustration at the way that we treat
(Seems like we don't even care)
Turn on the tv, seein' the pain
Sayin' such a shame
Then tryin' to go on with my life
Of that, I too, am guilty
(Seems like we don't even care)
So we send a lil' money, tell 'em it's alright
To be able to sleep at night
You will pay that price
While some of these folks' lost their whole life
(Seems like we don't even care)
Now it wasn't on the nightly news no more
Suddenly it didn't matter to you no more
In the end almost nothing changed
What the hell, what was that for?
(Seems like we don't even care)
[Outro: News Excerpts]
... Buses are on the way to take those people from New Orleans to Houston
... They lyin'
... People are dying at the convention center
... Their government has failed them
... George Bush doesn't care about black people - Dig a HoleVer letra
Featuring: Sterling SimmsMúsicos invitados: Angel Aponte (Recorded By)[X]UHletra de Dig a Hole
Dig a whole burry yourself niggah
Go ahead, keep goin I got some nice dresses for you guys over there
The Incomparable H.O.
UH
Yesss
Tol chu to get cha money when you see a boss comin
Thought shut was funny
But what
What you see now?
Came, conquered
We g'on see now
Dig a Hole
Go 'head
MotherFucker, burry yourself
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
I'm still hear mon frerre
You know the cost I bear
Like, that's why they call you Hov, I'm like yeah
Like air
Little shots go through me, wont tear one tissue
No tears no tissue, not an issue
Don't cry for me I peep these niggahz from deep
By the front row seat even if you don't speak
Silent pardon, I hear you loud and clear
You left your fingure print, you aint gotta be there
I'm just waitin 'till you dig a hole big enough to put your whole body in
Then I'm gon' body them
It's nothing but a hobby to him
Simple as serve and volley to him
Niggahz like "Hov why don't you get at ol' boy"
Why kill a puppet and leave Cheppetto alive (from pinocio)
Why not wait till you get em all together, that's when you dig one big hole, one time
Tol chu to get cha money when you see a boss comin
Thought shit was funny
But what
What you see now?
We gon' see clown
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
Go 'head, burry yourself
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
Go 'head
Hows niggahs dissin me? I made it possible
For niggahs to make history, How is the possible?
Please explain this shit to me, How is it logical?
Have we forgotten our history? lets open our bibles
It's like the disciples dissing Jesus becoming his rivals
Shunning the one thing that they owe their life to
You let that man hype you to go against your idol
Knowing good and god damn well this what I do
Think I'm in the office I lost my grind
That's how kids become orphans, YOU LOST YOUR MIND!?
I keep my enemies close
I give 'em enough rope
They put themselves in the air
I just kick away the chair
UH
UH
Tol chu to get cha money when you see a boss comin
Thought shit was funny
But what
We gon' see now
UH HUH
We gon' see clown
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
Go 'head, burry yourself
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
Go 'head, Burry yourself
Hov gon' get you, I aint forget your little disrespect
NO Hov, daddy gon' spank your for that shit you said
It's hard to do, when you got nothin to prove
Everbody know you better, you in a lose lose
Even if you win, ultimately you lose
Real niggahz like, "why Hov talkin to dude"
He's sellin low too
Only time you went plat
My chain was around yout neck, that's an actual fact
So I'm praying that it spills outside of the Booth
That's when y'all niggahz outside of your truth
Outside of your league, that's not what you do
Niggahz throwing ROC signs outside of your coupe
[Laughs]
Dun look at Hove like he dun somethin wrong to em
Cuz he's on to em
He just took what belong to em
Niggahz playing Checkers wid Chess playing Hov
This game is over I dunno if y'all know
You in a hole
We gon' see now
Uh Huh
We gon' see clown
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
Go 'head, burry yourself
Dig a hole
Dig a hole
Go 'head, burry yourself - TroubleVer letra
Músicos invitados: Che Pope (Keyboards)[X]I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)letra de Trouble
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
When the singer Rob calls the police on me y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
See what I discovered is y'all snitch lovers I might speak, but I don't fuck with nobody
See What Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know, these youngins crossed the line with Hov, I'm letting it blow
Had the papers writing stories like: "didn't they know, this what happen when they made that rapper CEO"
I know, it's just a matter of time before the steady hate start to overflow then the leavey breaks
And my conscience go, you escape the rico, why throw everything away over ego?
You paper chasing, they paper hating, billionaire Hov you on the pace to make it
Fuck that exclamation comma quotations I love drama period
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
Smelling like Petrone singing dirty rap songs, tip-toeing in the crib like 6 in the morn
Every day it's the same I said in blueprint that I'd never change it's just a part of the game
Respect me I'm a thug, I might cool out for a sec but expect me to bug it's in my blood
But if my chick leave me she gonna leave me for something, she gone leave me cause Halie,
She ain't gonna leave me for nothing, picture me getting up with something sleazy
Something something so easy you could take out it's beat like nothing something
Soon as you finish cutting you like leave me please, not me I need Angelina Joli's company,
So I ain't gonna make a move unless I got I got a plan b, that'll happen the day i have a baby by free,
Not to say that anything is wrong with free, just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar, know one thing, ima take the cookie not leave my ring
If my hands in the cookie jar know one thing ima take (laughs) y'all know what I mean
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
Unh, you little niggaz ain't deep you dumb, you niggaz ain't gangsta you gum, I chew little niggaz
Hock-too, spew little niggaz, I can only view little niggaz like little niggaz
But in lieu of little niggaz trying to play that boy, I phew phew little niggaz with the latest toy
Unlike you little nigga, I'm a grown ass man, big shoes to fill nigga, grown ass pants
Prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents it's apparent you're staring at a legend
Who, put a few little niggaz in the they place before trying to eat without saying they grace before
Blasphemous bastard get your faith restored you're viewing your version of the lord god
Mc little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y'all I rebuke you little nigga
The meek shall parish, I'll roof you little nigga, I'm a project terrorist, cute you little niggaz
Think you in my class substitute little niggaz soon feel my wrath, I mute you little niggaz
You a little nigga, I'll child abuse you little nigga, I'm a I'll nigga, now shoot you little niggaz
Go somewhere and play, cause the day I loose to you little niggaz, no day
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change) - HollywoodVer letra
Featuring: BeyoncéMúsicos invitados: Scott Gutierrez (Engineer [Mix Engineer])[X][Intro: Jay-Z + (Beyonce)]letra de Hollywood
It ain't for everybody!
(Uhhhh) Welcome to Hollywood baby
(Take a picture) Uh huh
You coming with? (Let's not even talk about it)
Let's do it (Let's Go!)
[Bridge 1: Beyonce + (Jay-Z)]
(Uh huh) I see your jealousy as you watching
(I see you watching me baby) You watching (Its's all good)
It's kinda s*** to me how you watching (I love it) You watching
(Uh huh come on)
I see your face (I see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to the crib)
And let's discuss it (Let's chop it up)
Tonight you'll be (Tonight you gon' be a superstar baby)
A superstar
Come let me sign you up
(let's get into it)
[Chorus: Beyonce + (Jay-Z)]
Ooh it's the lights (You blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood
Ooh it's the lights (You blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (You need that)
Hollywood
(Uh huh come on)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Paparazzi spots me
In the lobby
Of my high-rise
I hide
Behind my shades
Cause the fame is blinding my eyes
My god
I know how Ozzie Oz
Once had felt when he was as high
As I have got
I have got
To make this stop
People often warn me
That the fame ain't for the vain if heart
It'll change those
Who they had love for you
Into strangers
When your fame starts
It's a chain reaction
Locomotion like when the train departs
Stranger
Things have happened
Rapping
Stacking
Platinum plaquin'
Born in Brooklyn got a place in Manhattan
Going back to Brooklyn
To escape the madness
When your friends is
Chris and Gwyneth
When your girl is more famous
Then you then is
Time to get all your windows tinted
Keep your eyes squinted
It's gon' flash any minute
The music biz is like musical chairs
Its about where you standing when the music stop spinning
In a
[Chorus:]
[Beyonce Verse + (Jay-Z)]
You got to get it
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Do you want it
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
But you don't need it
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
What do you do (now that you got what you want)
Oh oh oh
What do you do (oh you want more?)
Oh oh oh
Hey
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Hey mista
Pay sixa
A lista
You're in the mist of
The ride of your life
But you gotta keep them hits up
Can't put your guard down
Gotta keep your mitts up
Take a sip sir
It's so in toxicating
Ain't it
Try not pick you jaded
Hollywood's been good to ya
Startin' feel like birds to ya
Don't lie
Gon' fly
You addicted to the lights
Without the fame
How you gon survive
It's like livin on
Heroine
You so high
[Bridge 2: Beyonce + (Jay-Z)]
And everybody warning you about it (Try to told you)
And once you taste you can't live without it (It's addictive)
Not cause you choose to not live without it (Sure you want this baby)
It's now a part of you (It's a part of you)
It's now a part of you
And everybody warning you about it (I see you blinded)
And once you taste you can't live
[Chorus (with minor ad-libs from Beyonce)]
Ooh it's the lights (It's the lights)
Action! (Action)
Hollywood (Hollywood)
Ooh it's the lights (Satisfaction)
Satisfaction! (So addictive)
(Hey) Hollywood (Hollywood)
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Wanna be seen
Male groupies
What you once despised
James Dean
John Belushi
Blow your whole life
Tryna live in the lights
Heroins followin Marilyn
Hoppin' over the edge
Just like Janice Joplin
River Phoenix
Jimi Hendrix
All of them ended by
Hollywood
Thank God for Hollywood
Hollywood
Sure you want this baby?
[Throughout end of verse 3]
(Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh)
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Hollywood
Most addicted drug in the world
Want the fame
Want the lights
Ha Ha Ha - AnythingVer letra
Featuring: Pharrell Williams, UsherMúsicos invitados: Pat Viala (Mixed By [Co-mixed By]), Andrew Coleman (3) (Recorded By), Medi Med (Recorded By), Ari (6) (Recorded By [Assistant])[X][Chorus Usher & Pharrell]letra de Anything
Anything you want girl
I'll bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor girl
And I'll grant all your wishes
You know, you know, you know,
You know, you know, you know,
You hot
Especially when you bounce, bounce
I really like it when you bounce, bounce
[Verse One]
Ooh you so nasty
Amateur pole dancing
Come and get this cash from me
They call me rain man
She tried to rain dance
Money so long it will drown you girl
Buried under so much stacks
They had to pull back about 50 thou
Before they found ya girl
I brought book bags of that bankroll
I'm a D boy baby they know
I'm an original D boy
They go bankrupt if they try to keep up
No roof in my car but I got mirrors on the ceiling
I'll spread bread on the bed
Ever had s** on a million
Tell me
[Chorus:]
[Verse Two]
Red light, tlc
Through the left eye
My pov
On the eye chat
How's that for computer love
She rolled her eyes back
I'm like ooh you're so nasty
You turned my Maybach back seat
Into the Hotel De'Paris
I ain't gotta go
Down to the go-go
You got a private show that's like magic city
I got stacks of fifties
I got piles of hundreds
That's role play
Act like you want it
You know you know you hot like fire
You throw that body
I'll throw them dollars
But not them 1's and not no 5's
Have you ever seen a Grover Cleveland?
That's a thousand dollars
[Chorus:]
[Verse Three]
Girl
You know
You hot like fire
As I blow some dough
You might retire
Take it slow like Ne-Yo
When shots was fired
In the Matrix have patience
Got lots of bottles
Rock-a-bye baby jay-Z got notes like Mariah
Got no 1's got no 5's
My D notes are higher
I'm a D boy, they decoys
They money is lighter
Like Nicole Richie
Roll with me
They on the diet baby
[Chorus 2x] - I Made ItVer letra
Músicos invitados: Daniel Seeff (Bass), Divine Order Horns (Horns), Shaun Mykals (Vocals), Mashica Winslow (Vocals), Mashica Winslow (Arranged By [Backing Vocals]), Dontae Winslow (Vocals), Dontae Winslow (Arranged By [Backing Vocals]), Dontae Winslow (Horns), Dontae Winslow (Organ), Dontae Winslow (Organ [Wurlitzer])[X][Verse One]letra de I Made It
Momma I made it
Ya'll know how I do when the Doc do it
I fly thru it
That's how I operated
Momma I made it
Ghetto like the grease when you getting your hair braided
Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid is
Hooray is the underdog
Now my feet under desk
It's the presidential favorite
Can't believe I got away with my earlier stages
Being on stages
Having my way with
Congratulations
Ya baby boy's a made man
I'm a hold the fam down at least 3 generations
I'm talking when spaceships are around
And ya great, great grands
Reminiscing about foundation you gave 'em
For repairing my relationship with my pops before he passed
All I ask is you raise your glass for this celebration
Toast to the most beautiful girl in the world
My inspiration, thanks for your information
[Chorus:]
Momma I made it [2x]
[Verse Two]
I'm in bk where
It ain't everyday that you make it out
To be on top of yachts waving
I remember you saving for the light bill
Paid the rent with a light bill
Now my crib dark as a basement
And you'd lock up the when you wasn't home
We was communicating like the money you made wasn't basic
Our cable was basic
No hbo, no wht
Just Ralph Mcdaniels on the station
I aggravated you for Atari and Coleco Vision
Pinstripe Lee's when the first day day of school came
I was ok with not having everything as long as Saturdays
You had the Commodores playing
The expression on your face was priceless
It's still with me till this day
Baby girl I won't erase it
I go to my grave with the memory of the sacrifice you made
You deserve a standing ovation
Momma I made it
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse Three]
Now your lil misfit makes sure every day is Christmas
Write down your wish list
Sixes, wrist is glistening
You don't even like jewels
But you can missing anywhere you like to
Where the water's light tube
Anything you order, sign it to your nice room
Leave an extra tip Ma
Be extra nice to 'em
Ceo Carter Foundation
Wow I know pop's looking down
I know Colleek somewhere up in the clouds
Like go get 'em Grandma, make me proud
Didn't have a man in the house so you made one
So I act like ya husband and I'm only ya son
I told you one day I'll get you a home
But I didn't know it would possibly be in Rome
She told me don't wait on nobody
Get your own, so with me myself & my microphone I made it
Momma I made it....
Momma I made it....
[Music slowly fades out] - 30 SomethingVer letra
Músicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Sean Cruse (Bass)[X]You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-Oletra de 30 Something
International... Uugh...
Show ya young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z Z
Check me out
30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot still
Better broad better au-to-mo-bile
Bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill
Then by the songs end I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of 21
By 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I'm, young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-duce with curtains so you can't see me and I didn't even have to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch I got the right watch
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I... Got... Stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck, this is child abuse
Call diapers, I might just be gettin' nicer
Them young boys ain't ready for real
30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot still
[Chorus:]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to play the block like that (like that)
I use to carry knots like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Bae boy, cause I'm all grown up
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire still
These young boys is like a fire drills (uugh)
False alarms (uugh)
Next don? (naah)
Heen got- (on)
To the next one (Young)
I'm still here (yeah)
Still here, like Mike gotta stop playin' with these children (yeah)
I'm a bully with the bucks
Don't let the patten leather shoes fool you young'n, I got the fully in the tux
That was my past now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a slum army
To hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
And I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly
Listen to R&B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall back for real
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still
[Chorus:]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Bae boy, cause I'm all grown up
Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Yall young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's straight
I like South Beach but I'm in San Tropez
Yall drink Dom but not Rose' (hey)
Your chick shop in the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf's
Comin' back with Birken Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch
You from the era where snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the future (why?)
yall respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
Yall go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still
[Chorus:]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bae boy, now I'm all grown up
Yeah we use to ball like that (like that)
Now we own the ball team, halla back (holla back)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Bae boy, cause I'm all grown up - Do U Wanna RideVer letra
Featuring: John LegendMúsicos invitados: Andrew Dawson (Recorded By), Om'Mas Keith (Synthesizer), Om'Mas Keith (Programmed By), Om'Mas Keith (Performer [All Instruments])[X][Intro:]letra de Do U Wanna Ride
This is the operator with a collect call from "Emory Jones"
To accept the charges, press one now
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, woo!
Emory whattup?
Told you I ain't too good with writin letters and all
Shit I don't even write rhymes
But what I will do
I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves
Vibe with me
[Chorus: John Legend]
I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww!
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do you wanna riiiiiiide... With me
Do you wanna riiiiiiide... With me
[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah nigga I bet we was kids and had dreams of bein here
I said "we" cause I'm here, you here!
Uhh
Yeah, ride with me, your spot is reserved family
Cigarette boats, yachts, ain't nowhere we can't go
We in South Beach and the Hamptons too baby!
[Jay-Z]
You know why they call The Projects a project, because it's a project!
An experiment, where in it, only it's objects
And the object for us to explore our prospects
And sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes!
As kids we would daydream, sittin on our steps
Pointin at cars like yeah that's our s**
Hustlers, prophets, made our eyes stretch
Swanson got the spot, shit we started our trek
Some of us made it, most of us digressed
In the name of those who ain't made it my progress
Show success please live through me
See I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive
(This is a collect call) So everytime I press five
All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly
Up in the fed, and still holdin his head
So when he hits the streets he gon' eat through this bread
Now let's ride
[Chorus:]
[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
Uh-huh, geah
I'm crushin 'em all for Jones
Mtv, bet, the Grammys, crushed linen, purple label
All that fly shit we talked about
Give him some nice pinky rings with the blue diamonds and e'rything
Hehehe, that's what we talked about right?
Uh-huh... Tried to told you, ride with me
[Jay-Z]
International Hov', I told you so
Forty 40's out in Tokyo
Singapore, all this from singin songs
Comin up though we thought slingin raw
Was the end all be all of bein rich didn't we
Little did I know my mo' potent delivery
Would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen
Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor
Heh, the Cola, yeah
Hova still gettin it in with soda
Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight
Started from the crates now I'm sittin on a whole case
Since they got you sittin on that old case
Our dreams is on hold like Tivo
So I can't wait 'til you get your date
I got some temp plates outside of the gate
We gon' ride
[Chorus:]
[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Geah
Don't even worry about it though, you ain't missed nuttin
It only gets better, they got the Maybach Coupe now
Look like the Batmobile, the Phantom the top just comes off that joint
It only gets better
They caught your body they can't trap your mind
Keep your spirit alive read your books
Matter of fact, let me take you somewhere
Vibe with me, c'mon
[Jay-Z]
Now me and my lil' mama, Kita and Tata
Juan and Dez out in San Tropez
Jay round in Gabana, sneakin marijuana
You know that Mary J. Give you +No More Drama+
Lost a couple friends this whole shit got weird
But when you get home you know your spot's reserved, ya heard?
I put my niggaz on, my niggaz put they niggaz on
Now we all somewhere fun, chillin in the sun
I ain't forget you cousin, hehe
Yeah nigga y'all can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to
Y'all niggaz come and c'mon, playin money marathon
My young'n is Lebron, you know what that makes me baby
Big Homey! Hehe, Emory what's up?
[Chorus - starts over last few lines of above]
[Jay - over Chorus]
Wan' ride with us? You're more than welcome
We ain't on no bullshit, uhh
Put your feet up
Big Tye I see you boy
Guru, I don't usually do this but
Roll me up son man
Let me get mellow on this shit right here
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, white paper though nigga
Can't even fuck with those blunts
White paper baby, old school nigga gimme a joint
Smooth it out, Young H. O.
Henry Jones
Word to my momma we livin! - Lost OneVer letra
Featuring: Chrisette MicheleMúsicos invitados: Shane (Recorded By)[X]Uh, uh, uh, uhletra de Lost One
It's not a this song, it's just a real song
Feel me?
I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov
Made Hov say, "OK so, make another Hov"
Niggaz wasn't playing they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo
I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothing left to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'
Shoulda stayed in food and beverage
Too much flossing
Too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them
Hov have to get the shallow shit up off him
And I ain't even want to be famous
Niggaz is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I ain't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is
The worst drug known to man
It's stronger than, heroin
When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am"
And still not see, what you've become
I know I'm guilty of it too but, not like them
You lost one
[Chorus with Marsha (Jay-Z)]
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (You lost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You lost one
I don't think it's meant to be, be
But she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly, at twenty-three
I would probably love my work more than I did she
So B, ain't we
It's me, and her
'Cause what she prefers over me, is work
And that's, where we, differ
So I have to give her
Free, time, even if it hurts
So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth to be
All you can be, like the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to allow she, her, time to serve
The time's now for her
In time she'll mature
And maybe we, can be, we, again like we were
Finally, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she lost one
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (Oh yeah, she lost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You lost one
My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me, but please, not that lord
Time don't go back, it go forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be explained, what caused it?
Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit
Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'til that time, little man I'm nauseous
Your girlfriend's pregnant, the lord's gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it
It's like having your life restarted
Can't wait for your child's life, to be a part of it
So now I'm child-like, waiting for a gift
To return, when I lost you, I lost it
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (Colleek, I lost one)
Sorry I'm a champion, Colleek, you're a champion
You lost one - Show Me What You GotVer letra
Músicos invitados: Chucc 1500 (Bass), Kenneth (Drums), Just Blaze (Keyboards), Just Blaze (Drums [Additional]), Just Blaze (Mixed By [Co-mixed By]), Ryan West (Mixed By [Co-mixed By]), Lamar Edwards (Organ [B3]), Larrance Dopson (Piano), David Brown (7) (Recorded By), Ryan West (Recorded By)[X][Intro]letra de Show Me What You Got
This is State Of Emergency
What you want me to do? I'm sorry!
I'm back..hehehe
UH, huh uh, lets go get 'em Just
[Chorus]
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
Show me what you got, lil mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and.. waves, waves, waves, waves
[Verse 1]
Give the drummer some
I already gave the summer some
It's the winter's turn
Hovie Hov is the coldest, I'm just getting better with time
I'm like Opus One
Young, no two alike like a snowflake
OK! Show me what you got baby
Words is slurring engine purring
Mami fronting but I'm so determined
Shots of Patron, now she's in the zone
I ain't talking about the two-three
Mami in the zone like the homie 2-3
Jordan or James, makes no difference
Boo I'm balling the same
I am the Mike Jordan of recording
You might want to fallback from recording
But you right it's not important
So it forced him to go for the hype
For being brave and may applaud him
Well misery I will assure them
Oh baby just ignore them
Truth or dare mami listen and learn
I got a drop I just took off the top, it's your turn
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 2]
H.O.V.A., gold bottles of that ace of spade
Why even fool with these other guys, they all stingy
All these dudes know how to say is gimme
Gimme some head, gimme some brain
Gimme your number, gimme your name
But if I get one night baby girl I swear
I'll make you tell these other dudes gimme got you here
I'll take you shopping, take long trips
I'll take the cork off, you can take sips
I'll take you there, take my time
Take you clothes off, I'll take off mine
Ma, show me what you got
Hovie in the spot tried to told you I was hot
Tell these other dudes it's a wrap
Get the fuck out the throne you clone, the King's back!
Y'all got less than 2 months to get y'all thing together
Good luck!
[Chorus 2X]
Ladies and gentlemen the most incredible!
H-O, uh huh
H-O, uh huh
Is back!
Justin Blaze
You Blaze that
Roc-A-Fella Records
Dynasty continues, y'all die
Uh Huh, peace! - Kingdom ComeVer letra
Músicos invitados: Andrew Wright (2) (Engineer [Tracked By]), David Brown (7) (Engineer [Tracked By])[X][Intro (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]letra de Kingdom Come
I don't know what life will be in H.I.P. H.O.P.
Without the boy H.O.V. (I will be, I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, I'm ready (I will be)
When kingdom come (Yeah, yeah) I'm ready
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Now everywhere I go they like HOV you back
Up out the corner office out the coldasack
Where's Iceberg Slim he was the coldest cat
Get your swag back daddy where your focus at
Got to admit a little bit I was sick of rap
But despite that the boy is back
And I'm so evolved I'm so involved
I'm showing growth, I'm so in charge
I'm C.E.O. and yeah going god
I'm so indebted, I should have been deaded
Selling blow in the park, this I know in my heart
Now I'm so enlightened I might glow in the dark
I been up in the office you might know him as Clark
But, just when you thought the whole world fell apart
I - take off the blazer loosen up the tie
Step inside the booth Superman is alive
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I hear "hurry up Hov" when I'm out in the public
Cause niggas like it, you love it; We be it, you're of it
You breathe it, we need it; bring it back to the hustlas
Had to dust off the Hammer, dance - can't touch this
C'mon playboys, bring the cars back out
Cause ya boy Hov is back, you know them broads coming out
Got 'em dancing on the bankhead, like they from Bankhead
Fuck Cristal, so they ask me what we drinking
I thought dudes remark was rude okay
So I moved on to Dom, Krug Rosй
And it's much bigger issues in the world, I know
But I first had to take care of the world I know
I'm from the bottom, so I still feel em from the bottom
Underdog before my cape, still couldn't stop him
Flash Gordon when recording, spark the light in the dark
Peter Park, Spiderman, all I do is climb the charts
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Just when they thought it was all over
I put the whole world on my back and broad shoulders
The War-Hova, but who you know took over tracks like that
Guess what New York, New York - we back
And I ain't never been afraid of a drought
Since I was six, seventeen been getting money down south
Bout it, bout it, Master P
Ask the nigga Pimp C, ask my homey Bun B
I run the streets the streets don't run we
Y'all run, we chill still waters run deep
I repeat, sing a long with me
I run the streets the streets don't run we
Ladies saying where you been Superman?
When niggas spending ten million in media on my hands
The Bruce Wayne of the game have no fear
When you need me just throw your ROC signs in the air, yeah!
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of "Superfreak" by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!) - Oh My GodVer letra
Músicos invitados: Just Blaze (Drums), Andrew Wright (2) (Engineer [Tracked By])[X][Verse One]letra de Oh My God
Pops sped off
Left Mom with a bundle of
Joy ya boy
Smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision
But he would soon become a mogul
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo
Don't play with my yo-yo
Loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me
It's all good
I'm buying things like my shit don't stink
Gucci links and Gucci gooses
Watching too many movies
Bulletproof this
Had some nerve
Like pulling tooths
When you sixteen, coming through roofless
Yeah ya boy ruthless
Like Ice Cube was
Turn the whole city on
I'm the new plug
So if this is your first time hearing this
You are about to experience someone so cold
A journey seldom seen
The American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me hov
[Chorus:]
They gunning for me
Wanna see me fall
You know my story
I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying
But I ain't crying
What didn't kill me
Made me strong as iron
I am
I am
Oh my God, hov
[Verse Two]
Now I'm knee-deep in the concrete
Like the streets made of quicksand beyond deep
I got a chemical romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the devil, please god
Save me from the black parade, release me
My life like Grand Theft Auto psp
I'm in the Volvo puffing on the la la
Ducking from the po-po
Every time I drive by
Say hi to the bad guy
All my momma friends is like hmm hmm hmm
Would you just look at him
So sorry dear momma for your embarrassment
Give me a couple years I pray I never sin
Got all these rival dealers trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don't know how prepared for them I am. I am.
I'm feeling like the world's against me Lord
Call me crazy but I love them odds
[Chorus:]
[Verse Three]
Now these baby ballers toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls at the basket
What you call money I paid more in taxes
I got crowned King down in Africa
Down in Nigeria do you have any idea
Sold out shows in Seoul Korea
Jo-berg, Dublin, Tanzania
Lunch with Mandela, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to give water out to everybody
Everybody fall back
Y'all rapping I'm reenacting
cnn you see it's accurate
espn see me in action
Monday nights when the half ends
When you ten years in holla back then - The PreludeVer letra
Músicos invitados: Pain In Da Ass (Voice)[X][Intro: snippets of Eddie in "Super Fly"]letra de The Prelude
You know, you've got this.. Fantasy in your head about
Getting outta the life and, setting the corporate world on it's ear
What the fuck you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimpin... You really ain't got the stomach for that
[Jay-Z]
The game's fucked up
Nigga's beats is banging, nigga your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn't and your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Being intricate'll get you wood, critic
On the Internet, they like you should spit it
I'm like you should buy it, nigga that's good business
Hehe, forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love you
But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real, cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real, ice
Vvs boulders oh they're visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova, wasn't digital yet
Befo' Steve Jobs, made the ipod
Was getting head, jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was rapping with a tec
(Fresh) like (Mannie) be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki's
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy Drew to see
What it do, I'm a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That's big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he's rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That's why they call him Hov', cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the time
Woo! Guess who's back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I've been set
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never quit
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so (Special) got a (38) feel
The real is back, hehehehe
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