Big Pimpin' (Extended) lyrics - Jay Z (feat. U.G.K.)

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, uh uh uh

It's big pimpin baby..

It's big pimpin, spendin G's

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]

On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee

MTV jam of the week 

Made my money quick then back to the streets but

Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...

Standin on the corner of my block hustlin

Still gettin that cane

half what I paid slippin right through customs

It'll sell by night its extra white...

I got so many grams if the man find out 

it will land me in jail for life 

But im still big pimpin spendin chesse 

with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy

We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up

Jigga Man that's what's up

[Chorus]

Brooklyn (Go Hard) lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Santogold)

[Intro: Santogold]

BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!!

BROOKLYN!!! WE GO HARD!!! WE GO HARD!!!!

[Chorus: Santogold]

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

This is black hoodie rap, there's no fear in my eyes where they lookin at

Better look on map, Besides, mi nah like to eye fight

Mi nah think such a ting is worth a man's life (CHRIST!!!)

But if a man test my Stuy, I promise he won't like my reply

Boom Bye Bye like Buju I'm crucial

I'm a Brooklyn boy I may take some gettin use to

Chain snatchin, ain't have it, gotta get it

Same shitted, from Brownsville to Bainbrididge

Fatherless child, mama put double shifts

So the number runners was the only one I hanged widith

Before you know it I'm in the game, bang fidith

Fit no orangutans piddeals ciddaps like orange's I'm dangerous

PLEASE!!! Tell me what the name of this is

[Chorus: Santogold (Jay-Z & Santogold)]

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]

I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them

I Jack, I Rob, I sin

Awww man, I'm Jackie Robinson

Except when I run base, I dodge the pen

Lucky me, lucky we, they didn't get me

Now when I bring the Nets I'm the Black Branch Ricky

From Brooklyn corners, burnin branches of sticky

Spread love, Biggie, Brooklyn, hippie

I pity, the fool with jewels like Mr. T

With long history in my borough, they borrow

With no intentions of returnin, tomorrow

The sun don't come out for many, like Annie

Half orphan, mama never had an abortion

Papa sort of did, still I managed to live

I go hard, I owe it all to the crib

Now please tell me, what the fuck's harder than this!!!!

[Chorus: Santogold (Jay-Z & Santogold)]

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)

[Verse Three: Santogold]

While I'm doin my time due to circumstance

Cross that bridge is the consequence

Once pretend now I paid my dues

Risk takers we break the rules

Get so dark, but I see good

Bed-Stuy stay high in my neck of the woods

Now, let it ring out, it's a warnin

(BROOK-LYN!!!) Let it be sworn in

Gotta make it stick workin like we good color

Rip it to the core, underneath it or we oughta

Right into the clip, bring it to the floor

One step one step give it up more

All this stuff and the streets are a mess

With big ass dreams and a sick death wish

Probably like the commercials says

Kill the voice screamin in my head

[Chorus: Santogold]

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

[Outro: Santogold]

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Can I Get A... (Video Edit)

[Jay-Z]

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Get it!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Can I hit in the MORNING

without giving you half of my dough

And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?

If I couldn't get you finer things

like all of them diamond rings [niggaz] KILL FOR

would you STILL ROLL?

If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand

would you RIDE THEN, if it wasn't DROPPIN?

If wasn't ah, eight figure [nigga] by the name of Jigga

would you come around naked, would you clown me?

If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya

put your two lips on my [dick], kiss it - could ya

see yourself with a [nigga] workin harder than 9 to 5

contend with six, two jobs to survive, or

do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?

Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA

If you couldn't see yourself with a [nigga] when his dough is low

Baby girl, if this is so, yo..

[Chorus: x2]

[Jay-Z]

Can I get a WHAT WHAT

to these chickens from all of my doves

who don't love those, they get no dough

[Amil]

Can I get a WOOP WOOP

to these fellas from all of my ladies

who don't got love for players without dubs?

[Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh

[Jay-Z]

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

[Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins

[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

[Amil] Yeah, not done

[Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

[Amil] Uh-uh uh uh

[Verse Two: Amil]

You ain't gotta be rich but FUNK DAT

How a [bitch] gonna get around your BUS PASS

? put this [ass] on your mustache

Can you AFFORD ME, my ? ? this, never corny

Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the

FRONT END, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta

"Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" [Shit!]

I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Baca

Late nights, candlelight, can I tear the [cock] up

Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up

I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya

Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka

I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa

My, [shit] remains in a Gucci name

Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance

HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass

If you ain't holdin [shit], I dash yo

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me

[Ja] Uhh

[Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

[Ja] Uhh!

[Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah

[Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

[Ja] UHH!

[Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

[Ja] Uhh! Yeah

[Verse Three: Ja]

It ain't even a question

how my dough flows, you good if you got those

Lady, ride in your bump, like a Tahoe

What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though

Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'

Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half

I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out

I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred

Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it

It's been SO LONG

since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm

DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE

So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum

cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON

with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my women

VeVe, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em

I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us?

If not Boo, you know what, I still got you

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Bounce.. bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me

Can ya bounce wit me wi me

Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah..

Can't Get With That lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Yeah!!

Check it, check it out

Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat

[Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)]

I can't get with that

I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this

[Jay-Z]

Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down

More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now

With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be

Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z

Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that

Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back

I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack

Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back

Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever

I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together

I give you a snotty nose from body blows

Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios

I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours

One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours

Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it

No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress

Cause just around the corner beez the best player

You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth

You better blow that shhhiiitt out

The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat

I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?

You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw

You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me

Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy

And we all gotta fall off, but you first G

I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell 

before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass

We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6

While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits

Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out

Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Ha-hah

This how we do

All year round, this is how it goes down

Now check it out

I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?

My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds

So I bought a money machine and it goes

A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough

How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?

I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath

You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash

Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich

This nigga's nothin but the truth

Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so

my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip

like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight

I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples

And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo

It goes, one dime for your mind

Two bone crushers for your spine

Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five

with a little help along, c'mon

Sacue Money defintly repesentin

Big Jaz in the house

Superman production type shit

Can't Knock The Hustle (Remix) lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro:]

[Singing] Whoooh, Paradise

you better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life

[Jay-Z:]

Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it don't stop

[Verse One:]

We about to change this game here

Check my pockets there's nothing but game there

I remain without fear

Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats remain here

On top of this Metropolis

My name is like a square

Dropped off every tier

Now y'all can swear to Jay

Heard it the other day

Through the mystery, we get it swiftly 

We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive

Need cats to live with, the heat goes on

Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on

Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes

And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old

Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold 

And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes

And I hope they shine

Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes

Can't knock the hustle

[Chorus #1: (Singing)]

I'm taking out this time

To give you a piece of my mind

Who do you think you are 

Baby one day you'll be a star

[Verse Two]

Check this

In a mans world need a girl to tough something

Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something

If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something

When I get home

Then it's on

Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs

Love the way you behave and beg

Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team

Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226)

Life with me, consists of a lot of things

Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things

But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness

Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business

You know they can't love it, trips to LA with no luggage

Came back with six bags struggling

In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me

Bank still off on me

[Chorus #2: (Singing)]

But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy

'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle)

I don't want no romance, I just want the chance

Can't knock the hustle for real

[Verse Three]

Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires

Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars

I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live

These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips

WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS

Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss

Cats that go all out for their gold plaques

Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's

Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped

On the weight of me through you, screw you

Gun blew you, I didn't want to choose you

Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU!

But that's my cash, I understand you hustle

That's my cash, you don't understand

Let my dough flash, you can show it love

Like a rap star in front of the club

But don't knock the hustle

[Chorus 1 & 2 to fade]

Celebration lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money, Wais)

[from "Streets Is Watching" soundtrack]

[hispanic voice same as "Intro" from "In My Lifetime, Vol. 1"]

What you think you like me? You ain't like me motherfucker

You a punk

I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people

Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers

Why don't you go get lost

Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin

[Jay-Z]

You're now tuned into the greatest

Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us

Can't touch it, fuck it, can't see em, try to be em

Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder

Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under

Face one up, to take over, the break's over

Nigga I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah

Shit knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran

Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand

hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away

They wanna see me pay, motherfuckers better ride

if they try to plant, under the seat of my car

even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes

Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper

Rep ya game pros

[Wais]

We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this

Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix

Spittin sperm inside of latex

You get, no respect like a child rapist

Delegate this, men just givin facelifts

Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus

nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases

Informants, heating the spot up like global warming

Who start shit? My style is laced with arsenic

Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless

I know you wanna see me wasted

You call the order, I'll be in Hell

Team Roc sweater and ice water

Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel

blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals

Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident

I'm Resident Evil, movin like ?

[Memphis Bleek]

Millionaire that flow like water, rap niggaz runnin

I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya

Point the Mac at ya, niggaz caught up

Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture

like a compound fracture, can't fuck widdit

For the love of sex money and drugs

Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs

Let the four power, rain on niggaz like a spring shower

and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us

If you was lookin you found us

Movin with speed, tried to play Superman

ended up like Chris Reeves

Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt

Shot through a barrel niggaz narrowly weaved it

Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's

bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded

Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret

It's like a story never told, but believe it...

[Sauce Money]

Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker

Lick a round, niggaz hit the ground like Sanka

I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better

than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire

"Show Me The Money" like Clue tapes

Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin

Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin

Four shots spin ya like chrome rims

Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin

White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman

Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny

Niggaz is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed

like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon

Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin?

Keep squeezin, fuck it, I leave the whole street wheezing

No motherfuckers hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail

Got em scared to drop like soap in jail

[Jay-Z]

Geyeah, there you have it

Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever

Never disrespect this thing of ours

Roc-a-Fella family