Fuck All Nite lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Pharrell Williams (Neptunes))

[Intro/Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

You used to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)

But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)

Why not? -- You should be comin home with me

Sittin in this lap with the luxury

Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!)

Actin like you behave and stuff (Uh-huh!)

You should be comin home with me

Sittin in this lap with the luxury, now check it

[Verse One: Jay-Z + (Pharrell)]

Yes.. a lime to a lemon, my V-A women

walk in Manolo Blahniks cause my condo with elevators in 'em

She wanna wrinkle my linens

So I sprinkle her with gin and then we begin sinnin, uhh

Blasphemy, oh my God, we be sinnin

She keeps scratchin me like she tiger in 'em

This is exactly, why I had to pin her

to the bed like a wrestler, her to press on her, uhh

Her man kept pagin, stressin her

So I told her what to say just in case he question her

(Situations.. will arise, but you gotta be smart about it)

No matter what you do, don't talk about us

Don't give him no info, he'll be lost without it

Just keep your mouth shut, we could do this again

Bring a friend!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]

Guess who's back in my motherfuckin house

Half black, half white chick, I call her Minnie Mouse

.. We always hook up when we out

We do what we like to do and then we out

But lately I've been havin the strangest feelings

Your boy Young Hov' catchin feelings

and it's messin up my dealings cause mami's not willin

to leave her boyfriend, she call me her toy-friend

Said, "We was just 'sposed to hook up and have a glass"

She called me her emergency dick-in-the-glass

Hehehe.. I had to laugh for a second

Had to check myself, get my mackin back in perspective

I slack for a second but I'm back, no question

Like I walk with a cane, ain't no half-steppin!

... Jeah, and on that note

Iceberg Slim is back to rock a boat, c'mon!

[Chorus]

[Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

[Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin

[Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

[Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby

Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast maybe

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]

This is - if that kid don't get too suspicious

Stop blowin up your digits

Showin up livid, claimin he wanna fight

But Shawn all business with his type (uh-uh) naw!

Shawn just tryna keep the friendship tight

Shawn to Sean Paul 'em if you "Gimmie the Light"

And this way you can stay for life, aight?

..

[Chorus]

[Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

[Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin

[Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

[Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby

[Ph.W.] Yeah

[Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby

[Chorus]

The Bounce lyrics - Jay Z

Uhh, just point out the bounce

Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah

Just point out the bounce, yeah

Timbo the king, yeah

Young Hov' the king, yeah

Just point out the bounce..

Yes, just point out the bounce nigga

Yo, listen

[Jay-Z]

Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic

Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden

So September 11th marks the era forever

of a revolutionary Che Gueverra

Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers

Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em

Everybody loopin up soul

It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'

Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy

See how we adjusted the game so easy

Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get

Like - oh shit, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin

Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom

Can't one nigga get it back no rap

Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in

large amounts 'til it's hard to count

Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce

to a whole ki to the R.O.C.

Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga

Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

Uhh, I got y'all..

[Jay-Z]

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n

Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english

They only know what the single is, and singled that out

to be the meaning of what he is about

And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much

runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin

But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin

The album width to keep the registers ringin

In real life, I'm much more distinguished

I'm like a bloke from London, England

Jeah, you jinglin baby

See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby

Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul

Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good

Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should

Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star

Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star

Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters

Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"

Yeah, that's how I feel

To be down, you must appeal

To the crew, we're rated R

O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son

Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"

I seen MTV, I know who you are

You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?

I did take over the game, brought back the soul

Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold

Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow

All I, know, I gots the flow

And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce [repeat 5X]

I Did It My Way lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Paul Anka)

[singing: Paul Anka + (Jay-Z)]

Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)

So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain

(No the REAL hood the hood, not the RAP hood)

(The REAL hood, like three pair of pants)

My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)

(My moms is bustin her ass) State my case

(Nigga I'm going to Japan tomorrow!) Which I'm certain

(You understand what I'm saying? Can you believe that?)

I lived a life that's full (They have people, waiting)

(at the airport like five days like I'm a Beatle or somethin)

(That's really somethin!) And I travelled each, and every highway

(Seen the best of the best, the worst of the worst) and more

Much more than this (still here) I did it my way

Let's try this one

[Jay-Z + (singer)]

Uhh, yeah... gangsta nigga!

Put my hustle down, tore the game up nigga

Took your high score down, put my name up nigga

Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga

I did it my way (and more.. much more than this)

That's right, it's a beautiful thing man!

(I did it my way) I did it my way -- Hovi baby!

Momma's youngest and strongest, survived summers like saunas

Mastered a corner like Deion in his uniform

Pop hurting assertive, flirted with death

Damn near murdered before my first album hit the shelf

Grandma's favorite, she could not understand

how there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor

Has to explain to her, you think these folks want me in the penthouse

as a reminder that I make top paper?

Black entrepreneur, nobody did us no favors

Nobody gave us shit, we made us

The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis

Big's the smart one on the low like Dean Martin

We came in this game, not beggin niggas pardon

Demanding y'all respect, hand over a check

And while y'all at it, hand over the jet

We the reason they ain't hand over Def Jam so quick

They new every year I was droppin new product

I was raisin the stock up, while building the Roc up

But that's alright, cause they knew they had to see us

When it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-ires

Je-je-jeah!

(And more, much more than this; I did it my way)

Jeah! "In My Lifetime"

I caught smaller cases, but I had capital

Hypocritic system let me right back at you

You better hope a rich rapper never attacks you

Not even that scratches you, 'specially if you black dude

They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap

And they can look good by paintin him as bad news

Cause in my past, I seen dudes get half of they views

exposed to the curb and nobody said a word

So imagine how disturbed I was

When I seen how big they made my fight scene at the club

Let me explain exactly how this shit was

This nigga Un yo I scratched him, he went home without an aspirin

But it's cool cause he's back friends, and half-inning is over

It's in the past and I'm glad, now I'm back to being Hova

Maybach with the chauffeur, laid back

Helicopter seat, feat inclined, shit feeling like a sofa

Helicopter meet me, Teterburo take me over

somewhere peaceful for the weekend now it's back to speaking of vultures

So the next time that page six approaches us

Here's a quote from Jay, nigga I did it my - way

(And more, much more than this; I did it my way)

Diamond Is Forever lyrics - Jay Z

Can you hear me now? Good! (Blueprint 2 baby!)

The best of times, it was the worst of times (aoww)

It's "The Gift & the Curse"

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

R.O.C. YEAH, number one click HERE

If you represent US, throw them diamonds up YEAH

Now let's be CLEAR, I ain't goin no-WHERE

Now that you KNOW, holla at your boy

HOV'.. (Hov', Hov', Hov')

(Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov')

[overlapping first Chorus]

Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records

You know what diamond is

We ain't goin nowhere, put your diamonds up

[Jay-Z]

Standin in my b-boy stance

Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga?

(Right here) Snatch Cam and it's a rap

This here rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact

Hold up I'm just warmin up, gimme a second to get it back

Young Chris, Neek what? Oschino and Sparks

Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up

Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you

"The Blueprint" birthed, nigga I earthed you, you can't be serious

Young cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two

Flow like a 18, do what I wanna do

Goin on my 8th ring, got Phil Jackson's and

flow is black magic, I'm at it again

Rose Bowl with black karats, "Horse & Carriage" to spend

like Mason Betha, chasin this cheddar, to the end

of the road because the end I'm told is nearer than we know

What can I say but live for today, HOV'!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, "The Blueprint 2" homey, follow the moves

You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes

I was dealt a bad hand, fuck what else could I do

but keep somethin up my sleeve that'll help me through

But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through

Cat-fightin, cat-walkin, it happens often

It's true how society don't want me to move

into the penthouse building with spectacular views

They're like uhh, "He's a menace he could never be a tenant"

I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do?

I bring the brothers to the building give a feeling that I don't

give a fuck we just chillin watchin chandelier ceilings high as fuck

Old lady, don't blow my high

'specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring

Sharpton in it cause I'm dark-skinneded or

dude with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma

victim of a single parent household, born in a mousehole

Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know

How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah

I snatched purses I per-se-vered, yeah

I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear

I was out there sellin hope for despair, but stop there

I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears

Had to get out the hood

And I can't justify genocide

But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die

Born in the city where the skinny niggaz ride

And as a skinny nigga I had beef with high size

[Chorus]

Guns & Roses lyrics - jay Z (feat. Lenny Kravitz)

Yeah it's magic

Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz

And it's a Heavy D product you bastards

Come on

Ha hey yo stop playing man

This is real serious

Ha (It's the rock) yeah yo

[Jay-Z]

Post Postatono, Hov' hanging with Bono

You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo

And you too can cool out poolside after Delano

And you too flow like you was out of your mind yo

And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonald's

Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know

And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA

Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way

Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play

They giveth and they taketh life is cruel that way

But even a broken clock is right at least two times a day

You could have turned Guns into Roses like two times today

Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay

I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way

Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action

Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen

Let's go

(C'mon) It's the Roc [repeat 4X]

That's right

[Jay-Z]

It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit

You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards

Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions

Of one individual he's criminally attached

I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors

While dating all the models and actresses

I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio

Trying not to mess up my axis kid

On the road to riches through trafficking

Through rappining whatever's happening

Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren

Every time I get out they put me right back in

The Michael Corleone of the microphone

The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems

I gather no moss like a rolling stone

Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon

(C'mon) It's the Roc [3X]

(C'mon) That's right (C'mon)

[Lenny Kravitz: repeat 2X]

Life is all about Guns and Roses

Bittersweet like friends and foes

Some get left behind, some get chosen

Just like life, Guns and Roses

[Jay-Z]

Tote, more Guns then Roses, foes is, visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go

Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain

And in order to experience joy you need pain

Every time a baby is born, somebody slain

You know the saying, somebody's loss is another's gain

The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain

A rainbow then the cloud comes out we do it again

Everything evens up, you just wait

Even a garbage can gets a steak

You ain't even a garbage can you have faith

But when it turns your way before it turns away

To turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay

You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go

(C'mon) It's the Roc [3X]

(C'mon) That's right (C'mon)

[Lenny Kravitz: repeat 2X]

Life is all about Guns and Roses

Bittersweet like friends and foes

Some get left behind, some get chosen

Just like life, Guns and Roses

Life is all about Guns and Roses

U Don't Know (Remix) lyrics - Jay Z (feat. M.O.P.)

I'm not trying to be nosey babe oh no

I'm not trying to give you no advice

(Hovie's home)

I don't plan to be (New addition to the roc) no philosopher

But I still know this is the life Baby Baby

[Jay-Z]

You gotta let this one breathe, just 

Just let it breathe for a sec 

Yup, Hovi's home 

Newest edition to the Roc 

M.O.P. 

The Blueprint 2 is on its way 

I know ya hear my footsteps out there...comin' 

Let's go get 'em just

[Lil Fame]

Time to duck, fire

Duck, fire, duck, fire

Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!

(U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

It's the MOP (Yes)

In a zip-code that's

1, 1, 2, 3, 3

And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin

I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed

From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp

(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown

We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW

Run up if you wanna, believe me dog

These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up

Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and

Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone

A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on

(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) keep pushin weak frail bastards

To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics

Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups

No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior

(The game ain't changed)it just got harder

Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter

Brownsville (yep), we stomp in this bitch all day

Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

[Billy Danze]

Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs

Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame

That's how we got the name (WARRIORS!)

And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em

The veterans have came, and we're better in the game

(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man

It's better than cocaine, now everything will change

In this family we'll rule the world

And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm

A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine

So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine

I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids

I been around, I put it down, I ain't these young ass kids

(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka

(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka

When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay

For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK

[Jay-Z]

WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!

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

Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire

Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired

Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface

Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire

One body, two body, three body, four

Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law

Young shittin on haters, I ain't fuckin with ya'll

For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?

And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive

Just add another million to these verses

One million, two million, three million, four

And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose

My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight

So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way

And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake

Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake

Let's get it!

Meet The Parents lyrics - Jay Z

Woo! Uhh, uhh

It's "The Gift & the Curse"

Uhh, uhh yea

First they love me then they hate me then they love me again

.. they love me again

Let's take a trip down.. I gotcha

Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetery

Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every

young black life is this line, "Damn - him already?

Such a good kid," got us pouring Henn' already

Liquor to the curb for my, niggas up above

When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love

So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi

'Til the next time I see her, on the other side

He was just some thug that, caught some slugs

And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us

He walked like us, talked like us

His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn

Poor Isis, that's his momma name

Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?

Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him

Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband

Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him

Isis blaming herself, she wish she could've saved him

Damn near impossible, only men can raise men

He was his own man, not even him can save him

He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist

But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate

End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm

That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world

Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away

Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day

When she got the news her boy body could be viewed

down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude

Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew

Angel dust, dipped in WOO!

She slipped into, her own fantasy world

Had herself pregnant by a different dude

But reality bites and, this is her life

He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife

It was just this night when, moon was full

And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight

Had her sounding like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home

will you still love me after this night?

Mike was the hardhead from the around the way

that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype

Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike

He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like

It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right

He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life

But I-sis, like this, Broadway life

She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites

Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight

She was so turned on that she had to shower twice

How ironic it would, be some fight that

turned into a homicide that'll alter their life

See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene

Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice

Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like

"If that was my son, he would look much different.

See I'm light-skinned and that baby there's dark

so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."

Mike was still crazy out there running the streets (fuck niggas want?)

Had his old reliable with thirty-eight gun in his reach

It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak

He running around like life's a peach, 'til one day

he approached this thug that, had a mean mug

And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"

Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you)

Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub

He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up)

There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before

It's like, lookin in the mirror seeing hisself more mature

And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord

You know what they say about he who hesitates in war

(What's that?) He who hesitates is lost

He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank

The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct

Six shots into his kid, out of the gun

Niggas be a father, you're Killing your son

Six shots into his kid, out of the gun

Niggas be a father, you Killing your sons

Meet the parents.. [echoes and slows down as it fades]