Álbum Unfinished Business de Jay-Z - Canciones
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Unfinished Business
2004 |
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Listado de canciones del álbum Unfinished Business
- The Return [Remix]
- Don´t Let Me Die
- Break Up (That´s All We Do)
- Pretty GirlsVer letra
[X]Uhh, y'all know what this isletra de Pretty Girls
Now would be a good time to start bobbin your heads
Kels, and it, and it, uhh
[R. Kelly]
Excuse me miss, don't mean to interrupt
But you're the hottest chick in this club
The way you shake your ass to this beat
It's like your booty got dancin feet
I wanna take you home, in my Hummer Jeep
All over me while you ridin the beep beep
I just really wanna taste your ice cream
It's the weekend baby I got the {?}
Go on girl, the way you do me
This is somethin like a fantasy
You're that girl from the magazine
BET, or, MTV
So baby let me take you to my ecstasy
Pull up to the club on them 23's
Girl you've got that shit in your hip
That make me wanna spend, money
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Pretty girls (where you at)
I'm talkin to the ones, that came alone
Pretty girls (put your hands up)
The single ones, we wanna take you home - c'mon
Pretty girls... (you make me wanna shout)
Let's, go!
[Jay-Z]
Whether you tall like Lisa Leslie
Or short like the barrel on that baby 380
Pretty lady, I got a ride to fit yo' frame
From the Coupe to the big Mercedes
{?}, these groundhogs stay with the cash
And the black card don't got no max
Fall, back, blow on some Merikesh hash
With more Manolos than Sarah Jess' had
How you gon' go back to dudes with little sacks
Little kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes
Fuckin up your lungs, puffin that homegrown
You should be with us, cuttin in Hong Kong
Straight shots of Catron or Dom Perignon
Guys your girls say Shawn very long
So if you ain't afraid of catchin a love jones
Get with Coach Dean Smith, bitch get in the zone, c'mon
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
Tell me what you're drinkin at the bar ma
I'm gonna buy ma, anybody tell you youse a star ma
You remind me of my car ma, no ignition
I start the Coupe up from the kitchen
My pretty girls get plenty attention
When it come to sex get plenty of inches
We shop, like we all broke detention
Club like we at a alcoholic's convention
Hit the 'tel with two chicks and she with it
Mama got down like the flo' when she did it
Pretty girls, keep shakin ass now mama
This party is not over
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
What's your name, what city you represent ma
Where the hands on all the pretty girls ma
For the players and the hustlers in the club now
And all my niggaz that be sippin pimp juice now
[Chorus] - Mo´ Money
- StopVer letra
[X][Intro: Tone (are. Kelly)]letra de Stop
Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint
Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention
I gotta we set out to bring you the best possible heat
For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells
You know, so y'all just enjoy, aight
Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh)
You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh-huh)
Aight, let's go
[Chorus: are. Kelly]
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
I'm about to, make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers
[are. Kelly]
Grab a bottle, get two models
Thugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna follow
I'm about to show you, how wild it gets
That nigga Hov', is the craziest
Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six
With a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch, I'm rich"
Hey, y'all niggaz see me, I can't believe it
You startin' to sound like, you don't want it
Tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks
He keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album flopped
What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'all, let's have some fun
[Chorus:]
[Jay-Z]
It's Young... Uh, mack alone, I'm back in the zone
I'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me alone
I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout me
That just let's me know, they can't go a day without me
Scared of me succeading, that's the reason you doubt me
Cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't be thinkin' bout me
Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind
Until you crossed the line, stop...
Then I gotta come accross a rhyme
To let the world know you come across a mime
I do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climb
From Marcy to party, where you soakin' up blue nine
Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I'm a dude from the hood
Who loves jewels, who am I?
You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5
With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can I
Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus
I open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car service
Ya'll nervous, I ain't back yet
I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying
[are. Kelly]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'all, let's have some fun
[Chorus:]
[Foxy Brown]
Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot
Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad
I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my breathren
I sware to god, it feel like '96 again
Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again
We bout to let them hammers pop
In the 'Stuy, dudes, callin', you a problem, Fox'
I got the automore pierre watch
Butterscotch, gt, good toe on, three eight c***
Ya'll ain't see this much love since they cried for 'Pac
Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc
I'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4
Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred g's, for?
No, I don't talk to media guys
I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best
Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y'all
Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples
[are. Kelly]
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on y'all, let's have some fun
[Chorus:] - Feelin´ You in Stereo
- She´s Coming Home With Me
- We Got Em Goin´
- Big ChipsVer letra
[X][Chorus: are. Kelly]letra de Big Chips
Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical
You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin...
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (are. Kelly)]
Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh)
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig
No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious
I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it
I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin I'm as real as it gets
[Chorus: are. Kelly]
Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical
You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin......
[Verse 2: are. Kelly]
Big chips! I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked
I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious
Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!)
So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio!
Girl you so good I'm swervin like whoa! Whoa!
Uh oh! Uh uh oh! From the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite!
[Chorus: are. Kelly]
Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical
You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin......
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Big chips! I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin, ballin like Bishop [?]
And stick Cochran on any da, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin this since niggaz was woppin
Rockin Izods with the matchin socks, and
Slap boxin in the back park and when the girls start watchin
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em
See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna
[Chorus: are. Kelly]
Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical
You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin... Big chips!
[Bridge: are. Kelly]
All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
You wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
Do you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
[Outro: are. Kelly]
Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands chillin in the shade and shit you know
Blue waters, yellow sand, uh
Either I'm high or, I think I just saw a dolphin - The ReturnVer letra
[X][Intro:]letra de The Return
Halt! Who goes there?
It is I sire Tone from Brooklyn.
Well, speak up man what is it?
News from the East sire! The best of both worlds has returned!
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (are. Kelly)]
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all but none of yall can fuck with the double suicide doors on that black phantom,
Fuck em all
We got hits like a 30 shot clip when we throw one in the air everybody hit the floor
Holla atcha boy, boys, when we boys so we bringin out them toys
Lane to lane on the dana danes
We give you noise man when the year change we change, nigga we right here
We can go bang for bang
We can go clip for clip nigga chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip like my celly that ring, sing!
(Me and Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin
Oh! Best of Both Worlds)
Best of Both Worlds and we rock the globe
You knamsayin
Ya boy H-O wit Kels we not playin
Losers lose so when we does what we do we win
Then win again like de ja vu
Then we win again like mj do
Three-peat then retreat the waters that's blue
Young scrappy this what grown men do lets move!
[Chorus: are. Kelly (2x)]
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustling boys and girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds
(Nothin can hold us now!)
[Verse 2: are. Kelly]
Now all the ladies love Kels cause Kels is fresh
And plus Kels got "superpimp" 'cross his chest
I got a phat gold chain and I drop top Lex
And when I'm rollin thourhg ya hood I be causin wrecks
Man I'm a gigalo, Air Force Ones and fresh linen
I be in the club while my chrome still spinnin
Ladies line up in a single file line just to hit a?? I'll sing 'em a few lines like (Me and
Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin oh!
Best of Both Worlds!)
Shuttin it down you knamean
Kels and Jigga man bacl on the scene
Step up in the club so fresh and so clean
Ladies be like damn! Bling! Bling! Bling
Hov rap and I sing! Sing! Sing
H to the O and the R&B King, before we do a show it's like ching! Ching! Ching!
So Lodi Dodi, we likes to party, we don't start fights we don't bother nobody
The good news is haters we gat a lotta dough, bad news is it's the return of Best of Both...
[Chorus:]
[Bridge: are. Kelly]
We on a world tour wit Jay and my man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
London, Paris, New York, D. C., Detroit, From Chi-Town to Cali
We on a world tour wit Kels and ya man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
Philly, Jersey, Dallas, St. Louis, Miami
Best of Both comin to ya city!
[Chorus:]