Tytuł: What more can i say

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
• Wyświetleń: 170

  
   "Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?"
  "Is this not why you are here?"
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Uh uh-huh..
  Uh uh-huh UHH
  
  {*crowd noise gets louder*}
  
  Turn the music up, turn me down
  Guru.. let's go get 'em again
  This time it's for the money my nigga
  Brooklyn, stand up
  
  [Verse One]
  There's never been a nigga this good for this long
  This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong
  With so many different flows there's one for this song
  The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
  These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
  They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
  You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
  they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
  I'm like - TOUGH!
  I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
  I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
  Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
  I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
  So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
  It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
  I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
  Few divas, what more can I tell you?
  Let me spell it for you
  Double-U I, double-L, I-E
  Nobody truer than, H-O-V
  And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
  Prime Minister, back to finish my business up
  
  [Chorus]
  What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?
  What more can I doooooooooooo?
  I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu
  I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue
  
  [Jay-Z]
  What more can I say to you?
  You heard it all
  
  [Verse Two]
  You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
  Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
  Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
  But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
  Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
  Even if they patrol I make payroll
  Benz paid fo', friends they roll
  Private jets down to Church and Caycos
  Crist' caseloads, I don't give a shit
  Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
  by without me bein fly or fresh to death
  Head to toe 'til the day I rest
  And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
  Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga button up
  S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
  What more can I say? Guru play the beat!
  
  We gon' let this ride into the hook
  - I'ma snap my fingers on this one
  What more can I say to you?
  - Get my grown man on
  LET'S GO!
  
  (What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)
  
  [Verse Three]
  Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
  for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
  white that mean that shit you write must be illy
  Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
  I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
  Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
  The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
  Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
  And no I'm not through with it
  In fact, I'm just previewin it
  This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
  One-two and I won't stop abusin it
  To groupie girls, stop false accusin it
  Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
  Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh
  What up B, they can't shut up me
  Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
  God forgive me for my brash delivery
  But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
  So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me
  Paint me like a pickany
  I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
  Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
  I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
  I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
  Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy
  I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
  I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
  And nigga, why would I ever care?
  Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
  Excludin nobody, look what I embody
  The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
  A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me
  And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
  Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
  And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+
  But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
  Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
  Times that by my influence on pop culture
  I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
  We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
  Fuck this!
  
  (What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)