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Jigga That N***a

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  • 作词 : Barnes, Carter, Olivier
    Roc-A-Fella y'all
    It's the Roc!
    Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga
    R.O., R.O.C. *******z, R.O.
    Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga
    Hov'! R.O.C. *******z, R.O., whoo!
    Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga
    It's Hov'! R.O.C. *******z
    Jay-Z

    Come on the track duh duh da-da
    With a throwback jersey and a fitted
    Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
    Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
    Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
    The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
    Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
    The Izod bucket on I'm so old school
    Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
    Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
    J-A, ladies help me say it now
    Y-Z, mami why you playin with me?
    Ride with me, get high as me
    It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'!
    Back up in this ******* like whoa
    Jigga get this whole ******* jumpin like six-fo's

    (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)

    Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
    She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
    We in Luan (whoo!) getting our groove on
    Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa'
    She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
    Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
    I am, killing 'em out there, they needing first aid
    Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade
    The crib got, killer views and ******* feet
    You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
    So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you
    Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good)
    I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants
    Waist is low enough to let your waist show
    Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
    We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty

    (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)

    "He did it again!" Haters no like
    But they gotta ******* with it cause the flow's so tight
    Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude
    All day, like Rastafari's do
    Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
    You ******* up my high, don't bother me dude
    But Red Rover, send your hoes over
    She can do whatever, sip something with soda
    She can leave whenever, sip something with Hova
    We can play however, slay bed or sofa
    And the prognosis, *** is explosive
    Left her with wet bedsheets, ******* I'm focused

    (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)

    R.O., R.O.C. *******z..
    R.O.C. *******z
    (Roc-A-Fella y'all!)
    ---
  • 作词 : Barnes, Carter, Olivier
    Roc-A-Fella y'all
    It's the Roc!
    Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga
    R.O., R.O.C. *******z, R.O.
    Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga
    Hov'! R.O.C. *******z, R.O., whoo!
    Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga
    It's Hov'! R.O.C. *******z
    Jay-Z

    Come on the track duh duh da-da
    With a throwback jersey and a fitted
    Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
    Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
    Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
    The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
    Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
    The Izod bucket on I'm so old school
    Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
    Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
    J-A, ladies help me say it now
    Y-Z, mami why you playin with me?
    Ride with me, get high as me
    It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'!
    Back up in this ******* like whoa
    Jigga get this whole ******* jumpin like six-fo's

    (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)

    Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
    She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
    We in Luan (whoo!) getting our groove on
    Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa'
    She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
    Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
    I am, killing 'em out there, they needing first aid
    Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade
    The crib got, killer views and ******* feet
    You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
    So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you
    Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good)
    I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants
    Waist is low enough to let your waist show
    Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
    We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty

    (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)

    "He did it again!" Haters no like
    But they gotta ******* with it cause the flow's so tight
    Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude
    All day, like Rastafari's do
    Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
    You ******* up my high, don't bother me dude
    But Red Rover, send your hoes over
    She can do whatever, sip something with soda
    She can leave whenever, sip something with Hova
    We can play however, slay bed or sofa
    And the prognosis, *** is explosive
    Left her with wet bedsheets, ******* I'm focused

    (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)
    And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
    (Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!)

    R.O., R.O.C. *******z..
    R.O.C. *******z
    (Roc-A-Fella y'all!)
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