Jay-Z

Jay-Z - The Story Of O.j lyrics

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Skin is, skin, is

Skin black, my skin is black

My, black, my skin is yellow



Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga

Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga

Still nigga, still nigga

I like that second one

Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga

Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga

Still nigga, still nigga



O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J."

... Okay

House nigga, don't f**k with me

I'm a field nigga with shined cutlery

Gold-plated quarters where the butlers be

I'mma play the corners where the hustlers be

I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood

That your mama renting

Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood

That's how you rinse it"

I bought every V12 engine

Wish I could take it back to the beginning

I could've bought a place in Dumbo before it was Dumbo

For like 2 million

That same building today is worth 25 million

Guess how I'm feeling? Dumbo
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