Jay-Z Lyrics
Jay-Z Lyrics
"Big Pimpin' (Extended) Lyrics"
Call My Name Lyrics
Call it, call my name Ew, Call it, call my name Eye heard Ur voice this morning Calling out my name It had been so long since I've heard it That it didn't really seem quite the same But it let me know that my name Had never really been spoken b4 B4 the day Eye carried U Thru the bridal path door And ever since that day Eye haven't wanted anyone but U And anybody who really knows me knows the truth (ah, ah) Chorus That Eye, Eye just can't stop writing songs about U Eye love U so much Eye ju
Call it, call my name Ew, Call it, call my name Eye heard Ur voice this morning Calling out my name It had been so long since I've heard it That it didn't really seem quite the same But it let me know that my name Had never really been spoken b4 B4 the day Eye carried U Thru the bridal path door And ever since that day Eye haven't wanted anyone but U And anybody who really knows me knows the truth (ah, ah) Chorus That Eye, Eye just can't stop writing songs about U Eye love U so much Eye ju
[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 need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em
Crackity Jones Lyrics
jose jones told me alone his story he got friends like paco picopiedra la muneca he receives on his set crack crack crackity jones please forgive me jose jones you need these walls for your own i'm moving out of this hospedaje i'm afraid you'll cut me boy thirty miles by hundred miles by stinking island por goofiar en crushing automovil chasing voices he receives in his head crack crack crackity jones
out nowjose jones told me alone his story he got friends like paco picopiedra la muneca he receives on his set crack crack crackity jones please forgive me jose jones you need these walls for your own i'm moving out of this hospedaje i'm afraid you'll cut me boy thirty miles by hundred miles by stinking island por goofiar en crushing automovil chasing voices he receives in his head crack crack crackity jones
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
Chorus One: Jay-Z
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
[Bun B]
Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe
I Drive Myself Crazy Lyrics
Lying in your arms So close together Didn't know just what I had Now I toss and turn Cause I'm without you How I'm missing you so bad Where is my head? Where is my heart? Now I cry alone in the dark I lie awake I drive myself crazy Drive myself crazy Thinking of you Made a mistake When I let you go baby I drive myself crazy Wanting you the way that I do I was such a fool I couldn't see it Just how good you were to me You confessed your love Undying devotiontab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
Chorus Two: Bun B
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga
[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise
Chorus Two
[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up
Chorus
Lying in your arms So close together Didn't know just what I had Now I toss and turn Cause I'm without you How I'm missing you so bad Where is my head? Where is my heart? Now I cry alone in the dark I lie awake I drive myself crazy Drive myself crazy Thinking of you Made a mistake When I let you go baby I drive myself crazy Wanting you the way that I do I was such a fool I couldn't see it Just how good you were to me You confessed your love Undying devotion
and you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
Chorus Two: Bun B
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga
[Pimp C]
Something Else Lyrics
thanks for coming back into my life now there’s a reason to put down the knife thanks for coming back into my heart now there is a reason to live life right the beginnings of a love story without the sentimental parts it’s crazy how good things can come back into your life like they never missed a beat of your heart you’re a good enough reason for me to stay i know you’ve met something else when i see you smile
thanks for coming back into my life now there’s a reason to put down the knife thanks for coming back into my heart now there is a reason to live life right the beginnings of a love story without the sentimental parts it’s crazy how good things can come back into your life like they never missed a beat of your heart you’re a good enough reason for me to stay i know you’ve met something else when i see you smile
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise
Chorus Two
[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up
Chorus