Tytuł: Jigga That Nigga

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
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Roc-A-Fella y'all
  [Jay] It's the Roc!
  Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
  [Jay] R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
  Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
  [Jay] Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo!
  Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
  [Jay] It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
  Jay-Z..
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Come on the track duh duh da-da
  With a throwback jersey and a fitted
  Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
  Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
  Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
  The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
  Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
  The Izod bucket on I'm so old school
  Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
  Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
  J-A, ladies help me say it now
  Y-Z, mami why you playin with me?
  Ride with me, get high as me
  It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'!
  Back up in this bitch like whoa
  Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo's
  
  [Chorus]
  (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
  (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
  Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
  (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
  And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
  (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
  And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
  (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
  She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
  We in Luan (whoo!) gettin our groove on
  Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa'
  She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
  Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
  I am, killin 'em out there, they needin first aid
  Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade
  The crib got, killer views and square feet
  You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
  So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you
  Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good)
  I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
  Waist is low enough to let your waist show
  Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
  We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Jay-Z]
  "He did it again!" Haters no like
  But they gotta fuck with it cause the flow's so tight
  Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude
  All day, like Rastafari's do
  Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
  You fuckin up my high, don't bother me dude
  But Red Rover, send your hoes over
  She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda
  She can leave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova
  We can play HOWEVER, slay bed or sofa
  And the prognosis, sex is explosive
  Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Jay-Z]
  R.O., R.O.C. niggaz..
  R.O.C. niggaz
  (Roc-A-Fella y'all!)