Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z f Kid Capri - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y`all
Uhh, watch this y`all
C`mon, Jigga, watch this y`all
C`mon, Roc-A-Fella y`all.. {*ad libs continue*}

[Kid Capri]
It`s Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it`s Jay-Z and Kid Capri
Cause I`m like that yo! I`m really like that

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
As a young`un dumbin, gun in the waist
Sold crack to those who couldn`t take the pain
And had to numb it with base
Couldn`t drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste
Life`s like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed to never stop winnin, `til the earth stop spinnin
Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women
If it`s not him then you got it confused, y`all not rememberin
My motto is simply I will not lose
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
I`m raised, illrational, way misunderstood
If you ain`t live like I live, been one with the hood
I done what I could, to come up with this paper `til this day still
Run with the hood, guess it`s part of my nature
If hell awaits a, nigga I`m comin with the razors
Still flashin ya shit, try to pass me in a six
Type classy on the wrists, every bit of 30 karats
This is, not a game this is not why I came
May these words find a spot on your brain and burn
Then I recycle my life I shall return

[Chorus 2X]: Female voice and Jay-Z

[Woman] How tight is your flow?
[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo
[Woman] How right is your dough?
[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo
[Woman] How white is your blow?
[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo
[Woman] Only, write what you know
[Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
I`m a hop skip and a jump from grippin the pump
Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump
Shit, I get digits in lumps
I`m a motherfuckin problem, is this what you want?
Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper
I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper
Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas
Impregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha]
Fuck hot, my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up
I creep up when the beef heats up
Caught him with his feet up and shoes off, bout to snooze off
Hatin, cause you can`t turn the booze off
You dudes is too soft, why I don`t fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
But, other than that, I don`t be fuckin with cats
Just me Ty and B.I., thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, what`s fuckin with that?
Y`all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that
Other than a couple of slugs in ya back [huh huh]
Rappers y`all, runnin around like I won`t gun ya down
Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around
Lord, accept this offerin here`s somethin for your crown
I admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won

[Chorus] - Repeat 3x

[Jay-Z: Repeat 2x til fade]
Girls and guns, all I want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z f Kid Capri - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life [Jay-Z] Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y`all Uhh, watch this y`all C`mon, Jigga, watch this y`all C`mon, Roc-A-Fella y`all.. {ad libs continue} [Kid Capri] It`s Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it`s Jay-Z and Kid Capri Cause I`m like that yo! I`m really like that [Verse One: Jay-Z] As a young`un dumbin, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn`t take the pain And had to numb it with base Couldn`t drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste Life`s like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winnin, `til the earth stop spinnin Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women If it`s not him then you got it confused, y`all not rememberin My motto is simply I will not lose Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it? I`m raised, illrational, way misunderstood If you ain`t live like I live, been one with the hood I done what I could, to come up with this paper `til this day still Run with the hood, guess it`s part of my nature If hell awaits a, nigga I`m comin with the razors Still flashin ya shit, try to pass me in a six Type classy on the wrists, every bit of 30 karats This is, not a game this is not why I came May these words find a spot on your brain and burn Then I recycle my life I shall return [Chorus 2X]: Female voice and Jay-Z [Woman] How tight is your flow? [Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo [Woman] How right is your dough? [Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo [Woman] How white is your blow? [Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that yo [Woman] Only, write what you know [Jay-Z] Cause I`m like that [Verse Two: Jay-Z] I`m a hop skip and a jump from grippin the pump Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps I`m a motherfuckin problem, is this what you want? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas Impregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha] Fuck hot, my records got the fever Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up Caught him with his feet up and shoes off, bout to snooze off Hatin, cause you can`t turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, why I don`t fuck with you all I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks But, other than that, I don`t be fuckin with cats Just me Ty and B.I., thug it like that E, Dame and Biggs, what`s fuckin with that? Y`all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that Other than a couple of slugs in ya back [huh huh] Rappers y`all, runnin around like I won`t gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around Lord, accept this offerin here`s somethin for your crown I admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won [Chorus] - Repeat 3x [Jay-Z: Repeat 2x til fade] Girls and guns, all I want stock exchange, rocks and thangs Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/8999.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z f Kid Capri » Jay-Z f Kid Capri - It`s Like That » Jay-Z f Kid Capri - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Банников - Дождь, дождь, дождь » Евгений Слабиков - Снег » Елена Фролова - Сказка » Евгений Исакевич - Песня Йорика, шута при дворе Гамлета » Елена Квасницкая - По снегу, как по облакам... » Евгений Агранович - Лебединая песня » Евгений Банников - Я захлебнулся вашей суетой... » Евгений Сельц - Татьяне » Евгения Козина - Говорила мне мама: Не ходи в пустой город... » Евгений Бачурин - Посвящение Беранже » Ефим Ташлицкий - Мой голос негромок в потоке других голосов... » Елена Анпилогова - Однажды » Егор летов - Пуля виноватого найдет » Елена Волгина - Вздрагивая » Евгений Романов - The End » Евгений Хавтан - Города » Елена Фролова - Дорожкою простонародною... » Елена Фролова - Романс поэта » Елена Фролова - Ах, птица моя, ах, птица... » Евгений Белоусов - Такое короткое лето
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