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Jay-Z – Big Pimpin’

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Big Pimpin’ finns med på skivan Vol. 3… Life And Times Of S. Carter som släpptes år 1999, spår nr: 11

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[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It’s big pimpin baby..
It’s big pimpin, spendin cheese
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 out now
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 stab 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 – Excuse Me Miss

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Excuse Me Miss finns med på skivan Blueprint 2.1 som släpptes år 2003, spår nr: 5

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[Intro: Jay-Z]
You can’t roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one {*inhales*}
You can’t even drink Crist-OWL on this one
You gotta drink Crist-ALL
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
This is for the grown and sexy, uhh

[Pharrell – over the end of Jay-Z’s intro]
You’re so contagious, I can’t take it
Have my baby, let’s just make it
Ex-cuse me; what’s your name?

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hangin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
(Pharrell: So hot to trot.. la-dy!)
Excuse me miss, what’s your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out, to-night

[Verse One]
You already know what it’s hittin for
Ma I got whatever outside and you know what I’m sittin on
50/50 venture with them S dots kickin off
Armadale poppin now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missin is a Missus
You ain’t even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner
to play spades with the cards up, ALL TRUST
Who else you gon’ run with, the truth is us
Only dudes movin units – Em, Pimp Juice and us
.. it’s the Roc in here!
Maybach outside, got rocks in ears
PJ’s on the runway, Young got air
I don’t land at a airport, I call it the clearport
Therefore, I don’t wanna hear more
back and forth about who’s hot as Young, holla!

[Ph.W.] Sex-cuse me… damn!
[Ph.W.] You’re so contagious, I can’t take it
[Ph.W.] Have my baby, let’s just make it
[Jay-Z] I got my Gaja 9-7 on right now
[Ph.W.] La-dy..
[Jay-Z] You gotta puff a J to this one
[Jay-Z] Can’t roll a blunt up to this one boy
[Ph.W.] You’re so contagious, I can’t take it
[Ph.W.] Have my baby, let’s just make it
[Ph.W.] Ex-cuse me; what’s your name? (AOWW!)
[Jay-Z] Cause I see some ladies tonight
that should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
[Ph.W.] So hot to trot.. la-dy! What’s your name?
[Jay-Z] Cause I see some ladies tonight
that should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
[Ph.W.] You’re so foxy girl.. you’re so hot to trot..

[Verse Two]
Everybody’s like, ”He’s no item! Please don’t like him.
He don’t wife ‘em, he one nights ‘em!”
Now she don’t like him, she never met him
Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won’t let ‘em
He don’t need ‘em, so he treats ‘em like he treats ‘em
Better them than me, she don’t agree with him
She’s mad at that, he’s not havin that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin along
with a flashy nigga braggin on the song
She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that
He 2-ways her, so she writes back
Smiley faces after all of her phrases
Either she the one or I’m caught in ”The Matrix”
But fukkit, let the +Fish-burne+
Red or green pill, you live and you learn, c’mon!

[Ph.W.] Sex-cuse me… damn!
[Jay-Z] You gotta throw on your fine linens for this one
[Ph.W.] You’re so contagious, I can’t take it
[Ph.W.] Have my baby, let’s just make it
[Jay-Z] You might go, you mighta gotta go get you some Scooby Doo’s
[Ph.W.] La-dy..
[Jay-Z] Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo’s; those are shoes by the way
[Ph.W.] You’re so contagious, I can’t take it
[Jay-Z] Gotta throw on Scooby Doo’s, hehehehe
[Ph.W.] Have my baby, let’s just make it
[Ph.W.] Ex-cuse me; what’s your name?
[Jay-Z] This for the grown and sexy, only for the grown and sexy
[Ph.W.] So hot to trot.. la-dy! What’s your name?
[Jay-Z] Woo!
[Ph.W.] You’re so foxy girl.. you’re so hot to trot..

[Verse Three]
Love let’s go half on a son, I know my past ain’t one
you can easily get past, but that chapter is done
… but I’m done readin for now
Remember spades face up, you can believe him for now
But ma you got a f’real f’serious role
I’m bout to give you all the keys and security codes
Bout to show you where the cheese, let you know I ain’t playin
But, before I jump out the window, what’s your name?

[Ph.W.] Sex-cuse me… damn!
[Ph.W.] You’re so contagious, I can’t take it
[Ph.W.] Have my baby, let’s just make it
[Ph.W.] La-dy..
[Ph.W.] You’re so contagious, I can’t take it
[Ph.W.] Have my baby, let’s just make it
[Ph.W.] Ex-cuse me; what’s your name?
[Ph.W.] So hot to trot.. la-dy! What’s your name?
[Ph.W.] You’re so foxy girl.. you’re so hot to trot..

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Jay-Z – Encore

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Numb/Encore finns med på skivan Numb/Encore: MTV Ultimate Mash-Ups Presents Collision Course som släpptes år 2004, spår nr: 1

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Thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re far too kind
Now, can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y’all to roar

Now what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga, make some noise
Get ‘em, Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov’? Riddle me that
The rest of y’all know where I’m lyrically at
Can’t none of y’all mirror me back
Yeah, hearin’ ‘me rap is like hearin’ G Rap in his prime

I’m, young HO, rap’s Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I’m in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out of the country but the Blueberry still connect

On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin’, grand closin’
Goddamn your man Hov’ cracked the can open again

Who you gon’ find doper than him with no pen
Just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon’ see you can’t replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y’all to roar
Now what the hell are you waiting for?

After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga, make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for?

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you

From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years
As fate would have it, Jay’s status appears
To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain’t to play games witchu
It’s to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I’m blowin’ you to smithereens

Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts

So muh’fucker, if you want this encore
I need you to scream, ‘til your lungs get sore

I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

(I’ve become so numb)
Can I get an encore, do you want more?
(I’ve become so numb)
So for one last time I need y’all to roar
One last time I need y’all to roar

Jay-Z – Lost One

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Lost One finns med på skivan Kingdom Come som släpptes år 2006, spår nr: 5

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If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me
He’s gotta mike

He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket’s closed
Rap critics that say he’s ”Money Cash Hoes”
He’s from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You’d celebrate the minute you was havin’ doe
So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don’t like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Beef with radio, if we don’t play they show
They don’t play out hits, we don’t give a shit, so
All these mags try and use our ass
So, advertisers can give ‘em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don’t know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches, nigga, we ain’t dumb
We got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one

And the year is ’94 and in my trunk is raw
In the rear view mirror is the mother fuckin’ law
I got two choices ya’ll, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

Now, I ain’t tryin’ to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus, I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So, I pull over to the side of the road
I heard, ”Son, do you know what I’m stoppin you for?”

‘Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don’t know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
You was doin’ fifty five in a fifty four

License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin’ a weapon on you? I know alot of you are
Well, I ain’t steppin’ out of shit, all my papers legit
But do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well, my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights, so, you gon’ need a warrant for that
Aren’t you sharp as a tack, get me some type of lawyer or some
Somebody important or somethin’?

Ha, I ain’t pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit
We’ll see how smart you are when the K-9’s come
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one

Now, once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin’ a pussy
But a pussy havin’ no goddamn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him ‘cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motor bike
But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that’s gonna happen is I’ma get to clappin’
He and his boys gon’ be yappin’ to the captain
And there I go traped in the kit, kat again
Back through the system with the riff, raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin’ again
Paparatzi’s with they cameras snappin’ them
D A tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail ‘cause I’m African

All because this fool was harrasin’ them
Tryin’ to play the boy like he’s saccarin
But ain’t nothin’ sweet ‘bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain’t one

99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

Shut up when I’m talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I’m talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I’m about to break

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems and I’m about to break

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Jay-Z – Girls Girls Girls

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Girls, Girls, Girls finns med på skivan The Blueprint som släpptes år 2007, spår nr: 4

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[Jay-Z]
Girls I love you.. I love all y’all
Hehehe, hehehe, f’real

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah

[Jay-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don’t like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I’m like, ”Un momento” – mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don’t know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, ”Listen Jigga Man, I don’t care if you rap
You better – R-E-S-P-E-C-T me”
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she’s Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, cherie amor, tu es belle
Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell
I got this indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said all you need to know is I’m not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that’s Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
That’s fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I’m gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love

[Tip] Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on two-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let’s roll – c’mon

[Jay-Z]
I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, ”Why you don’t buy me Reeboks no more?”
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y’all that’s my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don’t cook or clean
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma she’s always on the scene
God damn she’s fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she’s thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
Now that’s young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae-bo
That means I’m new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love

[Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on two-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let’s roll

[Jay-Z]
I got this paranoid chick, she’s scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff fufu
She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit
Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick’
Cause she kept bootleggin my shit – man
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull
She like, ”Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?”
I’m like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass
you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami’s a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov’
Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe..

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on two-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let’s roll
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] You put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Jay]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls..

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"Girls, Girls, Girls" is the second single from rapper Jay-Z's album The Blueprint. It is a playful description of the artist's promiscuous lifestyle. The song contains a sample of "There's Nothing In This World That Can Stop Me From Loving You" by Tom Brock. The chorus features a lyrical interpolation of "High Power Rap" by Crash Crew. The song has additional vocals sung by Q-Tip, Slick Rick and Biz Markie, but are not credited as featured guests on the back artwork, they are however credited in the album's liner notes. Actresses Carmen Electra, Paula Jai Parker, Taraji P. Henson, and Tamala Jones all make cameo appearances in the song's music video. A remix to the song produced by Kanye West can be found as a hidden track on The Blueprint album after the songs "Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)" and the other hidden song "Lyrical Exercise". The remix is composed of new verses by Jay-Z, a new instrumental sampling "Trying Girls Out" by The Persuaders and uncredited vocals from Michael Jackson.
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Jay-Z – Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)…

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Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)… finns med på skivan American Gangster som släpptes år 2010, spår nr: 6

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And the winner is HOV (my man)
SPEECH

first of all I wanna thank my connect
the most important person with all due respect
thanks to the duffle bag the brown paper bag
the nike shoe box for holding all this cash
boys in blue who put greed before the badge
the first pusher who ever made the stash
the roc boys in the building tonight
oh what a feeling I’m feeling life
thanks to the lames niggas with bad aim
thanks to a little change I’ll tear you out the game
bullet wounds’ll stop your bufoonery
thanks to the paster rapping at your eulogy
to little kim and them you know the women friend who
carry the work cross state for a gentleman
yea, thanks to all the hustlers, and most important to you, the customer

The roc boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I’m feeling life
You don’t even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house (We in the house)
The roc boys in the building tonight
Look at how I’m chillin’ I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house (We in the house, we in the house)

let your hair down baby, i just hit a score
pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
take what forbes figured then figure more
cause they forgot to account what i did with the raw
pick a time lets pick apart some stores
pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
i figure frauds never hit a lick before
so they dont know the feeling when them things get across
put your hand out the window, feel the force
feel the porsche, hit the frost
ice cold, jewels got no flaws
drop got no top, you on the top floor
pink rosae, think O.J. I get away with murder when I sling yay
heron got less steps than Britney that means it ain’t stepped on digg me

The roc boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I’m feeling life
You don’t even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house (We in the house)
The roc boys in the building tonight
Look at how I’m chillin’ I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house (We in the house, we in the house)

rare porsches, rare portraits, rare guns if you dare come near the fortress
with apple sauces from the apple orchard
this kind of talk is only reserved for the bosses
which means I get it from the ground
which means you get it when i’m around
rich niggas, black bar-mitzvahs, Mazel Tov its a celebration bitches,
L’Chayim I wish for you a hundred years of success but it’s my time
cheers, toast to crime number one d-boy dahm he could rhyme

The roc boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I’m feeling life
You don’t even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house (We in the house)
The roc boys in the building tonight
Look at how I’m chillin’ I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house (We in the house, we in the house)