King Kong Riddim lyrics - Jay-Z, Jadakiss & Conway The Machine (feat. BackRoad Gee)

(from "The Harder They Fall" soundtrack)

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall (Ow)

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (Haha)

Uh, the wild boys, King Kong of the cowboys (Mm)

You see the bloodshed after you hear the loud noise (Yeah)

We black outlaws, opposite of the Proud Boys

Comin' on horseback, mission to bring the boss back (Mm)

Came to kill shit, tell 'em that they can all come (Come on)

Harder they fall, that's dependin' on where they fall from (Yeah)

They tryna figure out where did we get the call from

I'm tryna see where the fuck did they get the gall from (Uh)

Soon as the chains pop, the things pop (Bam)

Right after the heart stop, the brain stops

Whenever the clock stops, the game stops (Oh)

Question is, when does the pain stop? (When?)

If you do it more than once then you know you a killer (Uh-huh)

You do it more than that then you know that you iller (I'll)

You slip through the cracks, get dough and be triller (Yes)

Why would you even play when you know we gorillas?

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song (What?)

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (Uh, brrrr)

Feelin' like I'm in my best shape ever (Ha), neck full of treasure

My investments together, might have Jeff do the leather

Hamilton, I don't fold, I expected the pressure

So don't compare me to nobody, boy

I'm the illest nigga next to whoever (Huh) tell 'em rappers behave

Them subliminals on Twitter don't really rattle my cage

Notice when I mention my release date, had 'em afraid (Ha)

Made legends get in they bag when they heard the way I spazz (Talk to 'em)

Shooters on the road, them niggas half of my age

They will clap, clap, splatter your waves (Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom, boom)

Niggas ain't fuckin' with none of the shit I scribble down on the page

Then I'm paid a 100K to go spit that on the stage (Hahahaha)

Look, the road wasn't easy, I ain't perfect (I ain't perfect)

Nobody put me on, I just put the work in (Right here)

My bitch keep my pole in her Birkin, if I'm up it, it's curtains (Yeah)

Y'all know who runnin' this shit for certain (Boom-boom-boom)

Machine, nigga

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall

We raised by wolves in the crack den

We the Chicago Bulls, nigga, of back then

That boy Tiger Woods, don't make me back nines

We paid in full, sheep skin with the wool

PTSD, from the concrete

Jungle, I move a bundle, a hundo at my peak

My cocaine records stand up next to Meech

Tiger cubs in the club, helicopters above, yeah, dem flex weak

I speak Patois, yeah

Jamaican connects, Dominican with the bricks

But I would aim at fishscales and double dragon

Brooklyn was a zoo, little monkeys swung through

Banana clips on the oo-wop, we want static (Yeah)

About my issue, magazine on a pistol, National Geographic

That boy hell (Boy hell)

King Kong dies on this hands and anybody else

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall

Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song

Bang my chest like my name King Kong

Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall

Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall

NEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS) lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Gil Scott-Heron)

Yeah

Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever

I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here

I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (Dímelo!)

Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry

Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus

Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas

Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie

Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me

Say "What up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais

Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives

Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

Don't you know, don't you know

New York was killing me

Yes, I was standing nearly dying here

New York was killing me

Seems like I need to start over

And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee

In, in, in, in New York

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can

You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add

Eight million stories out there in the naked

City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it

Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade

Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State, that's

Don't you know, don't you know

New York was killing me

Yes, I was standing nearly dying here

New York was killing me

Seems like I need to start over

And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee

In, in, in, in New York

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is

Lined with casualties who sip the life casually

Then gradually become worse—don't bite the apple, Eve!

Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style

Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out

City of sin is a pity on a whim

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them

Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route

"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin

And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end

Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

MDMA got you feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien

Lord have mercy, mercy on me

Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee

Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

In, in, in, in New York

Nipsey Hussle Freestyle lyrics - Jay-Z

Gentrify your own hood before these people do it

Claim eminent domain and have your people moving

That's a small glimpse into what Nipsey was doing

For anybody that's still confused as to what he was doing

The neighborhood is designed to keep us trapped

They red-line us, so property declines if you live by blacks

They depress the asset and take the property back

It's a ruthless but a genius plan in fact

So now we're fighting over scraps

Crabs in a barrel, but crabs don't belong in the barrel and they ain't never tell us that

So in the barrel, we gonna act like we act

We can easily get out the barrel if we stand on each other's back

Whoever gets on top, as long as they stay attached

They're gonna pull everybody out – I was doing just that

I told Neighborhood Nipsey stay close

There's a 100 million dollars on your schedule, lay low

Tell your team to be on point in the places that they go

I never dreamed that he get killed in the place that he called home

How we gonna get in power if we kill the source?

Y'all like to run off on the plug, so of course

That ain't lit, that's a means to an end

Me and my team was playing the plug ahead of plan

Sometimes we was only making a $1000 a joint

That ain't no money, but that ain't main point

So those 92 bricks was only 92 thou

So y'all can close your mouth, it ain't nothing for y'all to wild (wow)

But it is something to study

We was chasing our goals, not chasing money

Niggas chasing hoes, we find that funny

I pull up in the Rolls, that hoe gon' want me

But I don't want no hoe, I want a wife

Somebody to bounce these ideas off at night

I be going to sleep hoping Nip visit me

That young king had a lot of jewels to split with me

And we ain't gotta leave the hood physically

But we gotta leave that shit mentally

Some how, some way

We gonna make it out the hood some day

Salud! lyrics - The Carters (Beyonce & Jay-Z)

Put it on ice (ice, ice, ice), celebrate that we made it

I put it on Christ (that's on God, yeah)

Lord knows it takes hella patience

When your name is a verb and these comments absurd

And they swear they know you better than you know yourself

'Cause you control yourself, cheers to me and you, salud!

Baby, look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you

Baby, look me in my eye, make a cheers to you and I, salud!

Mazel tov, gold bottle talk, wife got a model walk

(Wife got a model walk)

House all glass, slide the doors you ain't gotta walk (gotta walk)

And to top it off (top it off), got another one in Montauk

(Montauk, Montauk, Montauk)

Trifecta down in Tribeca (Tribeca, Tribeca), bonjour (bonjour)

French crib in the French Quarters (yeah)

Champagne in the glass, toast to the importers (yeah)

Spill some out for the past

Put it on ice (ice, ice, ice), celebrate that we made it

I put it on Christ (that's on God, yeah)

Lord knows it takes hella patience

When your name is a verb and these comments absurd

And they swear they know you better than you know yourself

Cause you control yourself, cheers to me and you, salud!

Baby look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you

Baby look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, salud!

Hola (hola), thank the most high for the coca

Salud! (salud, salud, salud, salud)

God protect babies and fools, I was both (both)

It's not just a popular trope (both)

The wind comes and I'm just a flute (oh)

The winds come and I'm not a fluke (oh)

I'm convinced that I'm truly the GOAT (GOAT, GOAT, GOAT)

Sosa, the Elohim intervene like boy you the truth

Don't die (don't die, don't die)

Angels on both sides, toast with mimosas (both sides, both sides)

Your president tweeting about Hov like he knows us

My road to the top was to take what you owe us

I give a fuck what that man find vulgar

Just look in my eyes when you toast us

Put it on ice (ice, ice, ice), celebrate that we made it

I put it on Christ (that's on God, yeah)

Lord knows it takes hella patience

When your name is a verb and these comments absurd

And they swear they know you better than you know yourself

Cause you control yourself, cheers to me and you, salud!

Baby, look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you

Baby, look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, salud!

Mazel tov, put up your glass

Put up your last, put up yo bag (put up yo bag)

Throw up a light, show that we bright, blow money fast (salud)

This for my kinfolk (salud)

Let down my window (salud)

Let them all know (salud)

This what we ball for, yo

Shout out to Rumi and Sir, love Blue

Spiritual lyrics - Jay-Z

And it says, now the works of the flesh are manifest

Meaning, the things that are in the sinful nature

They always come to the surface

And when they come, when they come to the surface

They come to the surface as demons

(All this work can pay off)

I just want all this work to pay off

(Just don't calculate us)

Don't calculate us

(Get to know you later)

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison

(Just don't calculate us)

Alcohol in my room

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison

(Just don't calculate us)

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison

(Just don't calculate us)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I am not poison, no I am not poison

Just a boy from the hood that

Got my hands in the air

In despair don't shoot

I just wanna do good, ah

I am not poison, no I am not poison

Just a boy from the hood that

Got my hands in the air

In despair don't shoot

I just wanna do good, uh

Pray your father's father wasn't touching his little daughter

Creating trans-generational trauma, that shit'll haunt ya

Pray your little cousin ain't fall from the place that you fall asleep

Of course it's hard for me

Nigga ain't dozed, I ain't washed in a week

I ain't changed clothes 'til the Black Album

Y'all rap about it, I'm wrestling in these streets

'Til I tapped out 'em, them niggas is WWE

Y'all can have that, I'm smack dab

In a hurricane of emotions

Can't even raise my little daughter, my little Carter

We call her Blue cause it's sad that

How can I be a dad that, I never had that

Shattered in a million pieces, where the glass at

I need a drink, shrink or something

I need an angelic voice to sing something

Bless my soul, extend your arms, I'm cold

Hold me for a half hour until I am whole, yeah

I am not poison, no I am not poison

Just a boy from the hood that

Got my hands in the air

In despair, don't shoot

I just wanna do good, ah

Alcohol in my room

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison

(Just don't calculate us)

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison

(Just don't calculate us)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sick of hiding in holes and behind hyperbole

This is the real me unfold

Gangster is love, I'm thugging, I'm hugging

This is tougher than any gun that I raised

Any crack that I blazed, that was nothing

Peeling back the layers, uncovering

Scars that never healed, I never kept it this real

I acted out, my life a stage, ten thousand people watching

Where's the little boy I knew?

I must have forgot him

Stunting, of course we never grew

But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you

Stunting, of course we never grew

But we're alone now and I'm singing this song...you

I am not poison, no I am not poison

Just a boy from the hood that

Got my hands in the air

In despair don't shoot

I just wanna do good, ah

I am not poison, no I am not poison

Just a boy from the hood that

Got my hands in the air

In despair don't shoot

I just wanna do good, uh

Alcohol in my room

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison

(Just don't calculate us)

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison

(Just don't calculate us)

Spiritual, yes it is spiritual

No I'm not poison, no I'm not

The Game Is Mine lyrics - Jay-Z

We're back at center court here at Reebok invitational brought to you by Jay-Z's S. Dot Carter tennis shoe set

That's right John. I hear they're available June 18th

It's a great match. (Out!) Just barely out. Things seem to be heating up on the court

Young. Turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone

Product of determination

One who made it through like the sperm who made him

I represent strength like the black mom who didn't terminate him

But in turn gave him her all

Now discussing barbershop back rooms

Online chat rooms and on the bathroom on the wall

Recall

I came from the bottom but the talent God gave him got him by

Y'all can hate him but that only made him stronger than

[?] Hov end his sentence

Know you wanna roll when the Rolls comes 20 inches nigga

Standard I speak Spanish to these hoes and they know

Dame peso, my peso is large than The Lakers' Payroll

But I'm the proud new owner of the Nets, no diploma

No regrets don't even talk about no Ruckers motherfuckers

I am set like a tennis match

See where your interest at

Y'all don't get the big picture yet, nigga get

Go get yourself a flat screen, not only on the rap scene

Last seen on ESPN rapping

Boy Hov got a hell of a pen

He don't put it to paper he just write in the wind

I know you hate him now you wasn't liking him then

His paper getting long like IBM

Ey bien

It's all good, I see them

Trying to make a little fame off the name again

Advantage Carter

Young fuck try to catch up

You know the score nigga, half a Billi, love

Haha

S Dot talking off, come walk with me

If not, sit back and watch me do me

Just side line ballers

I thought I told ya

It's the undisputed champion

Looking at them S. Dots it's about that time

The number-one sellers since they first designed

Man, if things keep going like this tennis will never be the same after June 18th!

I'm ready

Looking at them S. Dots it's about that time

To do Michael Jordan numbers, the sneaker game is mine

I didn't make 'em for the ball court I made 'em to shine

So you can score big when you courting a dime

When niggas see me, shit they see the grind

You gotta be blind, you only see the shine

I dropped them S. Dots and in record time

The number-one seller since they first design

50/50 you know how I handle mine

A nickel for you, give me my dime

Tell Paul Fireman, I got 'em on fire man

He ain't been this hot since A.I. was signed

Now a nigga talking to Kenyon Martin

Shawn Marion, shit I might be starting

S Dot NBA niggas

Went from being in VA to signing NBA niggas

I hurdled every hurdle

Every nigga that was out of a nigga's reach with my figure of speech

Open the door, with my niggas with me

Open it more for niggas I don't know

Tim Westwood Freestyle (2000) lyrics - Jay-Z

Uh, yeah

You mess around with known assassins, known for blasting

Known for carrying plastic pistols, chrome-attached

And known for grossing the most

Known for balling the hardest, holding our own in our post

Known for soaking ya folks, sending hoes to ya coast

I'm down for whatever

Jigga man, ya heard

Jay Z, ya heard

Hova, ya heard

Roc-A-Fella, ya heard

Sigel-Sigel, ya heard

Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov

Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rov'

Climbing in them hoes

My minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them shows

I don't shine, I glow

I remind you of that dough

Don't I? Kill niggas won't I?

My persona, hustler turned rapper, smell a crack aroma

Send shots like toma! In any language

Leave niggas in a coma when I'm banging that Fifth

Get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs

And get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements

And for what? Ya'll acting like ya'll better than Hov

Ya'll cats should open up on the Letterman show

Cats is funny

All I do is get money and ya'll shit sound funny to me

Everybody's talking like they're better than Hov

But that shit's real funny to me

Jigga man, ya heard

Yo, yo

D.A. act like he had a starving for Jay

If they lock me in a cage, yo party away

I'm still hot, I'm still S.Dot ya'll

Still got millions buried in the sock drawer

Still holding my own on the corner nigga

What can't kill me can only make me stronger, nigga

And when I get back home

Get your ass up out the throne

Everything's back to the way shit was

I'm a stay hot no matter what my shit does

I could drop a straight dud, I'm 'a stay up

Niggas trying to break my will

You know that ain't my steel

I'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealed

You're dealing with a higher power

Do 'em like Dwight Eisenhower

My life can move a thousand miles an hour

Reflect me folks

As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke

It's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama series

All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury

All this bullshit can make the mind weary

But my theory is the sun shines clearly

The sun shall shine clearly

You know what I do?

Flow sicker on every record, watch shine

Glock nine nigga, heavy necklace

Watch mine, I'm about to make niggas very jealous

Ice in every letter

Untouchable, can't fuck with dude

Duck spit, arm shake, who wan' gon' play

With this CEO of the Coke on Broadway

Never heard so many joints from one man

I make chickens bounce, I make the gun jam

Flow's like sniffing a hundred grams

Of cocaine raw, rip ya whole brain off

Make it real easy to lift ya chain off

BK style, see Jay? How?

We don't play fair, we play foul

Go ahead, stand there, we spray crowds

Jigga, huh

Jigga, what

Jigga, what

Jigga-Jigga, huh

Jigga, what

Jigga, what

Jigga-Jigga, huh

Jigga, huh

Jigga, what

Jigga-Jigga, huh

Jigga, what

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers

Ghetto nigga, putting up Will Smith numbers

Got money for 6s and Hummers, chickens among us

We just trying not to let this bullshit become us

Flow like none other, I'm the meanest, toughest, done dotta to gun-butcher

"Magna Carta... Holy Grail" (2013)

• Holy Grail lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Justin Timberlake)
• Picasso Baby lyrics - Jay Z
• Tom Ford lyrics - Jay Z
• FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Rick Ross)
• Oceans lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Frank Ocean)
• F.U.T.W. lyrics - jay z
• Somewhere In America lyrics - Jay Z
• Crown lyrics - Jay Z
• Heaven lyrics - Jay Z
• Versus lyrics - Jay Z
• Part II (On The Run) lyrics - jay Z (feat. Beyoncé)
• Beach Is Better lyrics - Jay Z
• BBC lyrics - Jay Z
• Jay-Z Blue lyrics - Jay Z
• La Familia lyrics - Jay Z
• Nickels And Dimes lyrics - Jay Z
• Open Letter lyrics - Jay Z

Holy Grail lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]

You take the clothes off my back

And I let you

You'd steal the food right out my mouth

And I'd watch you eat it

I still don't know why

Why I love you so much

Oh

(Thanks for warning me [2x])

You curse my name

In spite to put me to shame

Have my laundry in the streets

Dirty or clean

Give it up for fame

But I still don't know why

Why I love it so much

(Thanks for warning me [2x])

Yeah

[Hook:]

And baby

It's amazing I'm in this maze with you

I just can't crack your code

One day you screaming you love me loud

The next day you're so cold

One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care

You're so unfair sipping from your cup

Till it runneth over, Holy Grail

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Blue told me to remind you niggas

Fuck that shit y’all talkin' about

I'm the nigga, caught up in all these lights and cameras

But look what that shit did to Hammer

God damn it I like it

Bright lights is enticing

But look what it did to Tyson

All that money in one night

30 mill for one fight

But soon as all that money blows, all the pigeons take flight

Fuck the fame, keep cheating on me

What I do, I took her back, fool me twice

That's my bad, I can't even blame her for that

Enough to make me wanna murder

Momma please just get my bail

I know nobody to blame

Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself

[Bridge: Justin Timberlake]

And we all just entertainers

And we're stupid, and contagious

Now we all just entertainers

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Now I got tattoos on my body

Psycho bitches in my lobby

I got haters in the paper

Photo shoots with paparazzi

Can't even take my daughter for a walk

See 'em by the corner store

I feel like I'm cornered off

Enough is enough

I'm calling this off

Who the fuck I'm kidding though?

I'm getting high

Sitting low

Sliding by

In that big body

Curtains all in my window

This fame hurt

But this chain works

I think back

You asked the same person

If this is all you had to deal with

Nigga deal with

It, this shit ain't work

This light work

Camera snapping, my eyes hurt

Niggas dying back where I was birthed

Fuck your iris and the IRS

Get the hell up off of your high horse

You got the shit that niggas die for

Dry yours

Why you mad

Take the good with the bad

Don't throw that baby out with that bath water

You're still alive

Still that nigga

Nigga you survived

You still getting bigger nigga

Living the life

Vanilla wafers

In a villa

Illest nigga alive

Michael Jackson's, Thriller

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Bridge]

You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it

And you take the blade right out my heart just so you can watch me bleed

And I still don’t know why

Why I love you so much

(Thanks for warning me )

Yeah

(Thanks for warning me)

And you play this game in spite to drive me insane

I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with guess whose name

But I still don't know why

Why I love it so much, yeah.

(Thanks for warning me [2x])

[Hook]

Don't know why...

Picasso Baby lyrics - Jay Z

[Verse 1]

I just want a Picasso, in my casa

No, my castle

I'm a hassa, no I'm an asshole

I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle

I wanna Rothko, no I wanna brothel

No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute

Let's make love on a million, in a dirty hotel

With the fan on the ceiling, all for the love of drug dealing

Marble Floors, gold Ceilings

Oh what a feeling - fuck it I want a billion

Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up

Condos in my condos, I wanna row of

Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA

Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma

[Hook]

Oh what a feeling

Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby

Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca ca Picasso baby

Oh what a feeling [x2]

[Verse 2]

It ain't hard to tell

I'm the new Jean Michel

Surrounded by Warhols

My whole team ball

Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel

I just wanna live life colossal

Leonardo Da Vinci flows

Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes

See me thrown at the Met

Vogue'ing on these niggas

Champagne on my breath, Yes

House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern

Because I be going ape at the auction

Oh what a feeling

Aw fuck it I want a trillion

Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa

The modern day version

With better features

Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner

Go ahead lean on that shit Blue

You own it

[break]

[Verse 3]

I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but

Damned if I didn't open Pandora's box

They try to slander your man

On CNN and Fox

My Miranda don't stand a chance, with cops

Even my old fans like old man just stop

I could if I would but I can't

I'm hot, and you blow

I'm still the man to watch, Hublot

On my left hand or not

Soon I step out the booth

The cameras pops niggas is cool with it

Till the canons pop

Now my hand on the bible

On the stand got your man in a jam, again

Got my hands in cuffs

I'm like god damn enough

I put down the cans and they ran amok

My hairpin

Piece skin rupture spleens

Cracks rips go through cribs and other things

No sympathy for the king huh

Niggas even talk about your baby crazy

Eventually the pendulum swings

Don't forget America this how you made me

Come through with 'Ye mask on

Spray everything like SAMO

Though I won't scratch the Lambo

What's it gonna to take

For me to go

For y'all to see

I'm the modern day Pablo

Picasso baby

[Hook 2x]

Tom Ford lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro]

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

[Verse 1]

Coming up, coming down

Riding clean fix your head in my crown

Bad bitch, H town

Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around

Paris where we been

'Pard my Parisian

It's Hov time in no time

It's fuck all y'all season

It's Bordeauxs and Burgundies

Flush out a Riesling

When's Hov's out, those hoes out

Y'all put y'all weaves in

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Spent all my euros

On tuxes and weird clothes

I party with weirdoes

Yeah Hov, yeah Hov

[Hook]

I don't pop molly

I rock Tom Ford

International bring back the Concorde

Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

[Verse 2]

Hands down got the best flow

Sound I'm so special

Sound boy burial

This my Wayne Perry flow

Y'all know nothing about Wayne Perry though

District of Columbia

Guns on your Tumblrs

Fuck hashtags and retweets nigga

140 characters in these streets nigga

Pardon my laughing y'all only flagging on beats nigga

Pardon my laughing I happen to think you sweet

[Hook]

I don't pop molly

I rock Tom Ford

International bring back the Concorde

Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

[Outro]

Coming up, coming down

Riding clean fix your head in my crown

Bad bitch, H town

Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around

Coming up, coming down

Riding clean fix your head in my crown

Bad bitch, H town

Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around

I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Pimp C]

Little over a year ago I was in bondage

And now I'm back out here reaping the blessings

And getting the benefits that go along with it

Everything that's out here for kings like us

The reason why we like this this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff

They don't understand is because we really from Africa

And that's where all this stuff come from

And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying

So don't look down on the youngsters

Because they wanna have shiny things

It's in our genes, know what I'm saying

We just don't all know our history so...

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Fuck with me, you know I got it

Fuck with me, you know I got it

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it

Come fuck with me, you know I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I just landed in Europe, nigga

Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga

Money talk I speak fluent, nigga

Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga

Look at me, I'm pure nigga

I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga

I don't bop, I do the money dance

My bitch whip cost a hundred grand

Red vert, tou see me slide

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it

Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it

Fuck with me, you know I got it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Hov just landed in Rome, nigga

All hail, Caesar's home, niggas

Chin don, Ciao Bella

Come money dance with the good fellas

Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it

Even if a nigga gotta Robert, get it?

Black Jack in casino

A nigga got unlimited credit

A nigga got a lot of vendettas

But we the Black mob, we gonna set it

Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach

200 in the dash we gonna rev it, skirt

Lucky Luciano is what that call me Paisano

A 100 keys at the piano plays across the Verrazano

El Padrino, in the villa in Venice sipping vino

Not bad for a Mulliano, y'all know like we know, I got it

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross]

I'm riding big coming down that beach

Geechy niggas with satin sheets

Bad bitch, she a masterpiece

Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece

Oceans lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Frank Ocean)

[Intro]

Blessings, blessings yeah

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

I see elephant tusk on the boar of a sailing lady

Docked on the Ivory Coast

Mercedes in a row winding down the road

I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo

Before the Basquait show and if so

Well fuck it, fuck it

Because this water drown my family

This water mixed my blood

This water tells my story

This water knows it all

Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water

Go ahead and watch the sun blaze

On the waves

Of the ocean

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Dope boy still smelling like cocaina

White boat, white robe

Can he be more cleaner

The oil spill that BP ain't clean up

I'm anti Santa Maria

Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace

I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket

Black card go hard when I'm shopping

Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton

Silk and fleeces, lay on my Jesus

Oh my God, I hope y'all don't get sea sick

See me in shit you never saw

If it wasn't for these pictures they wouldn't see me at all

Aww, whole world in awe

I crash through glass ceilings, I break through closed doors

I'm on the ocean, I'm in heaven

Yachting, Ocean 11

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye

Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling opus

Welcome to the magnum opus

The Magna Carta

The best-selling author Decoded

On the holiday playing "Strange Fruit"

If I'mma make it to a billi I can't take the same route

Swoosh

Now that's the sound of the border

Swoosh

Now that's the sound of a baller

Muhammad Hovi my back against the rope, the black Maybach

I'm back inside the boat

Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope

Can't believe they got a nigga to vote

Democrat, nope

I sold dope

In trouble water I had to learn how to float

On the ocean

I'm in heaven

Yachting

Ocean 11

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

F.U.T.W. lyrics - jay z

[Intro]

Just let me great, just let me great

I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now, Genius!

Don't be good my nigga, be great

After that government cheese, we eating steak

After the projects, now we on estates

I'm from the bottom, I know y'all can relate

[Hook]

Fuck up the world

Let's fuck up this world

Fuck up the world

Me and destiny got a date

[Verse 1]

Martin had a dream, Hov gotta team

My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring

Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur

Turn right on Red Hook, niggas heavy on the curve

See most of my niggas died early twenties or late teens

I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime

1% of a billion more then niggas even seen

Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold

Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl

Came thru Pasadena in the low low

Just to show respect to the chulos

Feel like a stranger in my own land

Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland

I just want my shot to show my genius

Standing on the top hold my penis

America tried to emasculate the greats

Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes

Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble

Try to dim your lights tell you be humble

You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts

You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks

Send a light to Compton and the hundred blocks

Lil bastard boy, basking on top

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak

He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach

This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks

This is black leather pants and a pair of stance

Socks is my synopsis is clear

Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear

Teacher teacher, I trying to unteach ya

All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers

When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees

You front row every where, you in the H.O.V's

Jordan 1's and dungarees

And that's just the half of my warpath

Make a million another million let my niggas make a million

'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling

We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top

Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop

[Hook]

Somewhere In America lyrics - Jay Z

Shout out to old Jews and old rules

New blacks with new stacks

I already been the king

Retro act, I'm just bringing it back

Like Jordan Packs

New money, they looking down on me

Blue bloods they trying to clown on me

You can turn up your nose high society

Never gone turn down the homie

Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house

Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out

You should come to the housewarming

Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout

Yellow Lambo in the driveway

A buck 35 on the highway

Frank Sinatra on my Sonos

Loud as fuck I did it my way

A million sold before the album dropped

White Lexus before I had a deal

Ask Bun B about me

This ain't no snap back, a nigga's been trill

By the way, fuck your math

You ain't gotta count it my nigga I can add

1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million

Oh, I'm so good at math

Might crash ya Internet

And I ain't even into that

When I was talking Instagram

Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped

Feds still lurking

They see I'm still putting work in

Cause somewhere in America

Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk,

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk, yeah, ugh-huh

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley

Only in America

Crown lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro: Sizzla]

They can't keep a gooda man down

Always keep a smile when they want me to frowns

Keep the vibes and they stood my grounds

They will never ever take my crown

Who Jah bless I say no man curse

Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse

Here comes the officers askin' for a search

They found no weapon just only a draw of herbs

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

You in the presence of a king

Scratch that, you in the presence of a God

Put in the belly of the beast

I escaped, a nigga never had a job

Scott Boras, you over baby

Robinson Cano, you coming with me

These niggas is like rotary phones

It's a new day, hit up KD

Niggas always try to knock a nigga down

Knock me to my knees about a million times

Uncle said I'll never sell a million records

I sold a million records like a million times

These niggas shouldn't let me in

I ball so hard on ESPN

See my name come across on CNN

'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again

'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again

[Hook 2x: Travi$ Scott]

Shit on me

These niggas tried to shit on me

I was left for dead

They tried to wipe me out of your history

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Bulletproof glass, glass roof like the Pope

Bulletproof love, Niggas down since the yolk

Bitch asked if I was God

Fuck I'm supposed to say, "no"

You already seen me turn a man to a G.O.A.T.

You already know what I could do with the coke

Drop it in the water, made it disappear

I made it reappear, I had that bitch on a rope

I make my roof get ghost

Bottom grill, I make my tooth get gold

All the shit did, I wasn't supposed to live

Hallelujah Hov

Wasn't for the 'caine wouldn't be able

Wasn't for the bread, probably be dead

Best friends become ya enemies

Niggas' knives are double-edged

[Hook 2x]