Tytuł: Encore

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
• Wyświetleń: 216

  
   Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
  
  [Chorus]
  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 waitin for
  After me, there shall be no more
  So for one last time, nigga make some noise
  
  [Verse One]
  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 H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
  Back to take over the globe, now break bread
  I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
  Out 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
  God 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 DESE GENERATIONS
  
  [Chorus] - 1/2
  
  {What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
  
  [Verse Two]
  {*sighs*} 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 (yea)
  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 smithereeens
  Cocksucker take one for your team
  And I need you to remember one thing (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
  
  [Interlude]
  OWWWW! It's star time
  This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys
  Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?
  Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
  Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
  Say Hova, c'mon say it!
  HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? {*crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"*}
  Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
  Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout
  They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!
  
  [Jay-Z]
  I like the way this one feel
  It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
  (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
  Yeah {*crowd still chanting*} okay
  
  [Verse Three]
  So this here is the victory lap
  Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back
  After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
  And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two
  You wanted to gain attention new dudes
  I can get you BET and TRL too
  You wanna be in the public, send your budget
  Well fuck it, I ain't budgin!
  Young did it to death, you gotta love it
  Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
  Now look at me, all star-studded
  Golfer above par like I putted
  All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
  How sick is this?
  You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust
  Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
  A little somethin like this, WOO!
  
  {What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
  {*piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly*}