Jay-Z
Jay-Z - ZBlue Magic (da Remix) songtekst
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Roc-a-fella records The imperial skateboard P Great Hova Mr Fresh Himself (DJY) Ya'll already know what it is C'mon! Yeah, So what if you flip a couple words, I could triple at that in birds, Open your mind you see the circus in the sky. I?m Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies, No matter how you slice it, I?m your mother-f**king guy And just like a B-boy with 360 waves Do the same with the pot, Still come back beige. Whether right or south paw, Whether pot or a jar Whip it around, It still comes back hard. So easily do I W-H-I-P, My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business, I got kreole C-O bitches, for my niggas who slipped, Became prisoners, Treat's taped to the visitors. You already know what the business is Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit. Niggas Wanna bring the 80s back, That?s okay with me, that?s where they made me at. Except I don?t write on the wall, I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall Nah, I don?t spin on my head, I spin work in the pots, So I can spend my bread. Chorus: And I?m getting it I?m getting it I aint talking about it, I?m living it I?m getting it, straight getting it Get get get get get get get it boy (Don't waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand) Get it boy (REEEEMIXXXXX)DJY I didnt watch tha movie,but i can show u magic, I just came into the song,spitting,such a attic, or it could be a sickness, naw its just skill,they didnt ask me to be in it,i just pick this. but u dont have to get excited, i can spit until im tired, and u can hate & like the other dude better but hey, he didnt write it. cuz thats just the magic of it, im sittin here baking my bread on the gas stove, he baking on a plastic oven, yep thats the easy baked, and i heard he was latose intolorate, im cooked my the cheesy way. and for non beleivers,it means im rich so filthy, i aint braggin,the diamonds look so milky, oh yea,im still alive, they didnt kill me, that can could mean im one of the best rappers, i dont need a script,cuz the rest actors, and im still gone rap, i dont care let em hate, people who knone wat rap is,still gone clap. Chorus: And I?m getting it I?m getting it I aint talking about it, I?m living it I?m getting it, straight getting it Get get get get get get get it boy (Don't waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand) Get it boy Push, money over broads you got it, F**k Bush Chef, guess what I cooked Baked a lot of bread, And kept it off the books. Rockstars, Look, Way before the bars my picture was getting took Feds, they like wack rappers. Try as they may they couldn?t get me on the hook D.A. wanna indicte me, Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces The pirecs pot roll up my sleeves, Turn one into two like a Siamese twin when it end Imma stand as a man never dying on my knees, Last of a dying breed So let the champagne pop, I partied for a while now I?m back to the Block. Chorus: And I?m getting it I?m getting it I aint talking about it, I?m living it I?m getting it, straight getting it Get get get get get get get it boy (Don't waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you'll understand) Get it boy