Izzo (H.O.V.A.) lyrics - Jay Z

[UNTIL THE ALBUM'S RELEASE only this single is being accepted]

Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...

[girls singing]

H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world

The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE!

Thanks for comin' out tonight

You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me

I appreciate that...uuunnnh...

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins

Got it dirt cheap for them

Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them

Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them

Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy

Can't leave rap alone the game needs me

Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy

Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in

But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me

Therefore he doesn't exist

So poof...vamoose son of a bitch

[CHORUS]

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP!

Holla at me...

I do this for my culture

To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster

Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures

Industry shady it need to be taken over

Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up

I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush

Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us

We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks

[CHORUS]

Yeah...

Hove is back, life stories told through rap

Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack

Like I told you sell drugs...no...

Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that

I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats

Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa

Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave

Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk

Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed?

Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law

So you know I seen it all before

I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight

To try and to fail, the two things I hate

Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay

[CHORUS]

[girls singing]

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... [4x to fade out]

Girls, Girls, Girls lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Biz Markie, Slick Rick, Q-Tip)

[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] Yo 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, t£ est 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] 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 deuce-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 Tahoe

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] Yo 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 deuce-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 Peru

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 deuce-zeroes

Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

[Rick] 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

[Jay]

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls..

Jigga That Nigga lyrics - Jay Z

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!)

U Don't Know lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."

Sure I do..

I'm from the streets where the

hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man

There's so much coke that you could run the slalom

And cops comb the shit top to bottom

They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home

Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome

The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes

But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown

all over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone

Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell

But when them shells come you better return 'em

All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand

We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van

Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn

This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it

Was clappin them flamers before I became famous

For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless

I am Hov'

Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them

They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's

One million, two million, three million, four

In just five years, forty million more

You are now lookin at the forty million boy

I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man

R., O., C.

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."

That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong

Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs

Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back

Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that

And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin

Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind

That's another difference that's between me and them

Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up

One million, two million, three million, four

In eighteen months, eighty million more

Now add that number up with the one I said before

You are now lookin at one smart black boy

Momma ain't raised no fool

Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth

Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."

Put somethin on it

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell

I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well

I was born to get cake, move on and switch states

Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates

Was born to dictate, never follow orders

Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay

I.. hahahaha..

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."

.. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA!

Hola' Hovito lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

(J) uhh (A) uh-uh (Y) uh uh-uh

Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh

Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh

It's that hop I'm talkin bout right here Timbo!

I can't be stopped when it hop like this family, uhh!

(Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!)

They say hola' hovito

That's what they sayin when I roll up with my people

My music bangin like - them vatos locos got rap in a chokehold

And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland

Calle de la boca, my baby

All I wanna, do is, stroke ya all crazy

My, dick game is vicious, insane at bitches

Mami keep comin back cause mami came vicious

Catch Hov' in the drop, nasty thang lane switchin

Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin

Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin

Got that rap patrol behind yo, get to runnin

I'm unstoppable Hov', untoppable flows

I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day

Ol' Blue Eyes my nigga, I did it my way

If y'all not rollin with Hov' then hit the highway

[Chorus]

(Hola' hovito!) Yeah, yeah (Hola' hovito!)

Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin

Put it down for my PEO-PLE!

(Hola' hovito! Hola' hovito!)

Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin

Put it down for my PEO-PLE!

[an extra "yeah" before the 5th line first time, 2nd line second, and the 5th line the third time]

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah naw I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O.

Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old

Oh, push perrico if I need to for the rule of evil

Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you

One life to live - notice you get no sequel

So I truly got to live this like my last movie

Six oohie, jewels drippin, big toolie

I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bouie

And with the third pick - I made the earth sick

M.J., hem Jay, fade away perfect

I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter

Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker

I'm a eighty-eighter, nine-six to "Reasonable Doubt"

Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out

Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leavin out

You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even out

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Hold up; naw muh'fuckers - y'all muh'fuckers

better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckers

A starve muh'fuckers, cause Jay's been the only one

eatin thus far sub-par muh'fuckers

Naw even though y'all hate I love y'all muh'fuckers

"Friend or Foe," y'all all my muh'fuckers

If you haven't heard, I'm Michael Magic and Bird

all rolled in one - cause none got more flows than Young

Plus got more flows to come

And if I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest one

So move over - hoes, choose Hova

My food for though so hot it give you dudes ulcers

Rovers, roasters, poseurs

gettin it in with me, livin like they supposed tah

Watches, chain, front row at the game

Sold out arena, all screamin my name, c'mon

[Chorus]

Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love) lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Uh, uh, listen

First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up

Somebody got a problem with Hov'

What's up you all niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar

and my records moving out the store?

Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me

My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly

"More money, more problems" - gotta move carefully

'cause faggots hate when you getting money like athletes

Yung'uns ice-grilling me, oh - you're not feeling me?

Fine; it cost you nothing - pay me no mind

Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for fronting

Sensitive thugs, you all need hugs

Damn though mans I'm just trying do me

If the record's two mill I'm just trying move three

Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E

Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage

I don't want much, fuck I drove every car

Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers

Bird-ass niggas I don't mean to ruffle you all

I know you're waiting in the wing but I'm doing my thing

Where's the love?

"Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."

I said where's the love?

"Ain't no love, in the heart of town.."

Yeah..

And then the Fugee's gonna break up, now everyday I wake up

Somebody got something to say

What's all the fucking fussing for? Because I'm grubbing more

and I pack heat like I'm the oven door?

Niggas pray and pray on my downfall

But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball

Now I don't wanna have to kill southpaw

Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar

Look scrapper I got nephews to look after

I'm not looking at you dudes, I'm looking past you

I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper

Can I live? I told you in ninety-six

that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz

I scramble like Randall with his

Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam

Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where's the love?

"Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."

Niggas, where's the love?

"Ain't no love, in the heart of town.."

Holla at me!!

"Ain't no love" (take 'em to church) "in the heart of the city.."

Uh, uh, uh - my nigga where's the love?

"Ain't no love, in the heart of town.."

Fuck

Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up

Then I wake up to more bullshit

You knew me before records, you never disrespected me

Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit

Nigga I'll step on your porch, step to your boss

Let's end the speculation, I'm talking to all you

Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait

Watch you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight?

You all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place

Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?

Nigga respect the game, that should be it

What you eat don't make me shit - where's the love?

Where's the love?

"Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."

"Ain't no love, in the heart of town.."

"Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."

"Ain't no love, in the heart of town.."

"Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."

"Ain't no love, in the heart of town.."

"Ain't no love.."

Never Change lyrics - Jay Z

("Never, never, never, never change")

Ain't never changed, this is Jay every day

("I never change!")

I never change, this is Jay every day

("I never change!")

I never change, this is Jay

[Jay-Z]

I am a, Roc representer

Hov', summer to winter, Hov', dead or alive

Twenty-four/seven, three-sixty-five

One CD or three-hundred and sixty pies

Whassup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj

Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours

We run streets like drunks run street lights

We collidin with life as we speak

We knee deep in coke, we ki deep in ice

We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke

We all fish, better teach your folk

Give him money to eat, then next week he's broke

Cause when you sleep, he's reachin for your throat

Word on the skreet, you reap what you sew

Not out of fear but love, love for the game

Roc family first, we never change mayn

[Chorus]

("Never, never, never, never change")

I'm still fuckin with crime cause crime pays

("I never change!")

Out hustlin, same clothes for days

("I never change!")

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

Who you know like Hov'?

("Never, never, never, never change")

I'm still fuckin with crime cause crime pays

("I never change!")

Out hustlin, same clothes for days

("I never change!")

I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

[Jay-Z]

What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects (whattup)

I'll never mention your name, I promise respect

Death before dishonor correct? - Yup

That's what you promised me, since the (?)lee

Along with, if we stay strong

We can get paper longer than Pippen's arms

Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam

I'm like a dog - I never speak, but I understand

Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war?

Where your bars at? Whoa, gotta pause that - whoa

Lost 92 bricks had to fall back

Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back

Had A-1 credit, got more crack

From the first to the fifth, gave it all back

If, I'm not a hustler what you call that?

This is before rap, this is all fact

I never change

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

What, the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly

Well fuck y'all, I needed money for Atari

Was so young my big sis' still playin with Barbie

Young brother, big city, eight million stories

Old heads taught me, yung'un, walk softly

Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me

Keep coke in coffee, keep money smellin mothy

Change is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees

(Uhh) That's how it is now (uhh) that's how it always be

(Uhh) I never change, this is always me

From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom

Drink army from one cup pass it around the room (That's a family nigga)

That's the ritual (yup) Big Ran, I ain't forget you fool

And all that bullshit you tryin to get through

This is crew love, move music or move drugs

Rival crews get your black suits up - I never change

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

This is Jay, everyday

Who you know like Hov', nigga?