Тексты песен «Jay-Z»

[Verse One] 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...

Life is but a dream to me, I don't wanna wake up 30 odd years, been 'bout havin' my cake up So I'm 'bout 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...

Life is but a dream to me, I don't wanna wake up 30 odd years, been 'bout havin' my cake up So I'm 'bout 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...

Hit ya ass on the celly, cause I ain't got time To be arguing with your ass, if you ain't really ready Girl, why you never ready? For as long as you took You better look like Halle Berry...or BeyoncГ© Shit then we...

Beenie Mack Rocafella y'all Check Check A yo two decades three years and still in order I done stabbed sticks killed bricks drowned drops of water Ate a million dollars Shitted four million quarters Stuck mothers...

[J] Yeah, yeah, it's here niggaz! (wooo-WEEE!) [J] Rockland/Roc-A-Fella collaboration [R] What, what, what, what.. [J] Tone the Referee - the best of both worlds [R] Welcome to the best of both worlds [J] R. Kelly [R]...

(Jay-z:) I'm focused man, Tell Stout to holla at me man Young Hove ya heard (new Mya!) Yes, yollin Jigga man be ballin' Biv chicks pigeons Hove some of them be grawlin' Get the best of you Whenever I put my all in Have...

(feat. Mya) Im focused man Tell Stout to holla at me man Uh, young Hova, you heard Trackmasters you heard Yo, yes yall, Jigga man be ballin Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin Get the best of you...

[Intro & Hook: Jay Z & Labh Janjua] It's the Roc in the building Khaliq, Ramel, Pharrell in the house Neeveen akh kuch chir paake rakh le Palle vich mukhda lukake rakh le Yes, live from the United States...

(Jay-Z) Its the Roc in the building Calib, Ramel, Tarrell in the house (Panjabi MC) Mimian tho buch chir pakay rakh ley Palanay chai mukhra lukhakay rakh ley (Jay-Z) Yes, live from the United States Brooklyn New York...

[Chorus: R. 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...

[Jay-Z] Uhh, uh uh uh It\'s big pimpin baby.. It\'s big pimpin, spendin G\'s Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don\'t...

[Jay-Z] Uhh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby.. It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin...

Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's big pimpin' baby It's big pimpin', spendin' G's Feel me, uh huh uh, uh huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em 'Cause I don't fuckin' need...

[Jay-Z] Uhh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby.. It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin...

Ha Ha You're wasting your talent, Randy It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right Why does it...

Ha Ha You're wasting your talent, Randy It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right Why does it...

(Let's describe a certain female) (Let's describe a certain female) (Let's describe a certain female) [Jay-Z] (Bitch) you know my name and the company I own (Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne (Bitch)...

Let's describe a certain female Let's describe a certain female Let's describe a certain female Female (Bitch) You know my name and the company I own (Bitch) You like my style and you smell my cologne (Bitch) Don't try...

B-I What up? Long as I got a voice, you got a voice my nigga. Yessir BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up If you wit me, lick a shot for biggie Chillin in the spot in my b-boy stance Don't make this four-fifth...