Jay-Z

Jay-Z

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  • Jay-Z We Got Em Goin' Lyrics

           

    (feat. Memphis Bleek)
    Uh, uhh, uh
    Uh, ah, now Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
    Uh, uhh, uh
    Kels in the building, Kels in the building
    Uh, uhh, that's right
    Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
    Uh what? Ho, ho
    Yo Kels in the building, Kels in the building

    [R. Kelly]
    I'm in the building tonight, it's goin down my nigga
    Got a pocket full of cash and some 'dro my nigga
    Attitude like I don't give a fuck my nigga
    Probably the drunkest fool on the flo' my nigga
    One of the best that ever did this here, every year
    It's the #1 R&B singer this year
    But y'all know, still mo' money mo' problems
    Mo' niggaz, mo' chicks, mo' clubs, Mo' bottles
    One little note in your ear, and I gotcha
    Ladies call me the black Frank Sinatra
    Yeah a real pimp floss and the pimp be blingin
    It's just the same reason why a young pimp be leanin
    Hard liquor, couple sips, and I'm passin it
    Maybach so big you can dance in it
    Jigga lil' nigga fuckin with the baddest chicks
    Got your girl lookin at you like the maddest chick
    We goin

    [Chorus: R. Kelly]
    ho-ohh, ohh-oh
    We got everybody up in the club, hands high
    goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
    We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
    goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
    We got all of the pretty girls left in the city
    goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
    We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin

    [Jay-Z]
    Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I blow O's
    Circles around competition, not an Optimo
    To sit low, in a six-oh, oh
    Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's
    Take a pho-to, last time you see a nigga so cold
    So be-low zero, so froze
    So-so rappers are so sore, hate his soul
    It ain't my fault I'm so rock'n'roll
    I'm just Hov'

    [Chorus]

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy, and I stay high
    In my A-O-L-A blowin lah lah lah
    Goodbye, I see you chumps on top
    Or on the highway in somethin that ends with I
    Like I, 745, I
    Or the F-E-double-R-the-A-R-I
    AR-15 to spray y'all guys
    You die (you die) goodbye (goodbye)

    [Chorus]

    [Jay-Z]
    From New York to Chi, we blow like hy-dro
    Blow out live shows without py-ro
    See how I combined the I-O flow
    Tone'll rep, Memph Bleek, Kels and Hov'

    [Jay and Bleek alternate words]
    Bottles, models, follow, to the hotter
    way we play like it's no day tomorrow
    Spendin my dough like I just hit the lotto
    Bounce, park and stop shall not wake I'm straight safe

    [Chorus]

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