谁能帮我找一下JAY-Z 的22TWO'S的歌词

Where my hustlers where my boosters at

I don?t care what you do for stacks

I know the world glued you back to the wall

You gotta brawl to that

I been through that, been shot at shoot back

Gotta keep it peace like a buddhist

I ain?t a New Jack nobody ?gon Wesley Snipe me

It?s less than likely, move back

Let I breathe Jedi knight

The more space I get the better I write

(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write

I need the space to say whatever I like, now just

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects

And I?m a take you to the top of the globe so let?s go (Change numbers and go)

Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It?s just me

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

And I ?gon tell you again let?s get ghost in the phantom

You could bring your friend we copuld make this a tandem

You could come by yourself and you could stand him

Best believe I sweat out weaves, give afropuffs like R.A.G.E.

Awww you get If you could move it

Back it on up like a U Haul truck

Then run and tell them thugs you heard Hovi knew

He and the boy for real make beautiful music

He is to the east coast what Snoop is, to the west coast what Face is to Houston

Young Hov in the house it?s so necessary

No bra with the blouse it?s so necessary

No panties and jeans that?s so necessary

Now why you frontin on me is that necessary

Do I to you look like a lame

Who don?t understand a bra with a mean shoe game

Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera Wang

Ma are you insane, let?s just

(Woman speaking: What you want me to do?)

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects

And I?m a take you to the top of the globe so let?s go (Change numbers and go)

Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It?s just me

[Bridge: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]

Uh, uh (Sexy sexy) Woo! (Ah ah!!!)

Uh huh (Sexy sexy) It?s so necessary right) (Ah ah!!!)

Uh huh, woo! (Sexy sexy) That?s right it?s a groove (Ah ah!!!)

Uh huh, it?s a groove (Sexy sexy) bring it back (Ah ah!!!!)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Young Hovi in the house it?s so necessary

No bra with that blouse it?s so necessary

No panties and jeans it?s so necessary

Why you frontin on me?

Let?s go to my hotel cause this don?t go well

With those S Dots, try to stay fresh ma

Ma, I don?t shop what the rest by

Oh no ma please respect ma

Jiggy this is probably purple label

Or that BBC or it?s probably tailored

But y?all niggaS actin way to tough

Throw on a suit get it tapered up, and let?s just

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects

And I?m a take you to the top of the globe so let?s go (Change numbers and go)

Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It?s just me

[Outro: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]

(Ah ah!!!) Uh uh (Sexy sexy) sing along (Ah ah!!!)

Yeah, uh (Sexy sexy) turn your radio up (Ah ah!!!)

Woo! (Sexy sexy) Put your hands in the air if your in the car (Ah ah!!!)

Uh! Snap your fingers now (Sexy sexy) woo, uh (Ah ah!!!)

Uh, uh, your boy is back

Uh huh, uh, uh, uh, the bounce is back

Uh, uh, woo, uh Hov is back, peace!!! 搜索 "Change Clothes"mp3

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曲名：Cashmere Thoughts 歌手：Jay-Z 专辑：

[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]

Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah

What it is player?

You player, it?s all about you

How you gon? say that man

If I had your hand I?d turn mine in

Far as I?m concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off

Hah man, you know man, I?m just dealin that hoe money

You know hoe money is slow money but it?s sho? money

Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch

this this is what you tell her

Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot

Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it?s hot

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry

like a hymen, when I?m rhymin with remarkable timin

Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen

Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women

Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar

Might you remember, my shit is colld like December

Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere

chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs

Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets

Words worth a million like I?m rappin em through platinum teeth

I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned

Cause all beef return well done filet mignon

The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I

yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro

As if you didn?t know, Jay?s about gettin dough

Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe

I?m smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol

Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal

The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb

then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite

I?m solid gold, I rap like a mink stole

I stick pearl tongues your world?ll never know

From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary

From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now

notice, the child swift like a locust

Focus on the loc? I be the greatest nigga that wrote it

Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero

Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly

I did die when I?m rappin then slide like satin

You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet

I never cry if I did I?d cry ice

From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice

Life?s short, so play hard and stick hard

and the only time you love em is when your dick hard

Whoooh! That?s cashmere baby

Nah, you know, that?s just laid back man

Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z

Yeah baby

Motherfuckin pimp that?s what he be

Cashmere baby

Don?t get no hotter than that

Sho? you?re right

Them niggaz know

Check it out, check it out

Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin

Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in

I gotta keep your tricks intact

Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man

The star player, the golden bar layer

The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho? yo right

I?m game tight, so watch it it change to night

Go tell your peeps dawg I?m lethal til it ain?t right

I pimp hard on a trick, look

Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot 搜索 "Cashmere Thoughts"mp3

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曲名：December 4th 歌手：Jay-Z 专辑：

[Jay-Z?s Mom:]

Sean Carter was born December 4th

Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces

He was the last of my 4 children

The only one who didn?t give me any pain when I gave birth to him

And that?s how I knew that he was a special child

[Jay-Z Verse 1]

They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"

So on that note i?m leaving after the song

So you ain?t gotta feel no way about Jay so long

Atleast let me tell you why i?m this way, Hold on

I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees

Who made love under the Siccamore tree

Which makes me

A more sicker emcee my momma would claim

At 10 pounds when I was born I didn?t give her no pain

Although through the years I gave her her fair share

I gave her her first real scare

I made it from birth and I got here

She knows my purpose wasn?t purpose

I ain?t perfect I care

But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn?t matchin my gear

Now i?m just scratchin the surface cause what?s burried under there

Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared

I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted

But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted

Hold on

[Jay-Z?s Mom:]

Shawn was a very shy child growing up

He was into sports

And a funny story is

At 4 he taught hisself how to ride a bike

A two wheeler at that

Isn?t that special?

But, I noticed a chance in him when me and my husband broke up

[Jay-Z Verse 2]

Now all the teachers couldn?t reach me

And my momma couldn?t beat me

Hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seeing me, SO

With that distain in my membrain

Got on my pimp game

Fuck the world my defense came

Then Dahaven introuced me to the game

Spanish Jose introduced me to cane

I?m a hustler now

My gear is in and i?m in the in crowd

And all the wavey light skinned girls is lovin me now

My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag

Got a volvo from this girl when her man got bagged

Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had

Supposedly knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass

I?m geting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap

That came second to me movin this crack

Gimme a second I swear

I will say about my rap career

Til 96 came niggas i?m here

Good-bye

[Jay-Z?s Mom:]

Shawn use to be in the kitchen

Beating on the table and rapping

And um, until the wee hours of the morning

And then I bought him a boom box

And his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts

But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble

[Jay-Z Verse 3]

Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush

Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush

And you in a drop your so easy to touch

No two days are alike

Except the first and fifteenth pretty much

And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us

Hustlers we don?t sleep we rest one eye up

And the drought to find a man when the well dries up

You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP

And niggas get tied up for product

And little brothers ring fingers get cut up

To show mothers they really got em

And this was the stress I live with til I decided

To try this rap shit for a livin

I Pray i?m forgiven

For every bad decision I made

Every sister I played

Cause i?m still paranoid to this day

And it?s nobody fault I made the decisions I made

This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me

If you can?t respect that your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you?ll love me when I fade to black

If you can?t respect that your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you?ll love me when I fade to black

[repeat 2 more times to fade] 搜索 "December 4th"mp3

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曲名：Face Off 歌手：Jay-Z 专辑：

f/ Sauce Money

{***Jay-Z , (Sauce)***}

Jay-Z talking: Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this...

Chorus

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me

(If ya feel me) Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me)

If ya feel me (Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes)

Verse 1

Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it?s on)

Ladies know that when the sun?s up I?m gone

(Fuck them bitches though digits though)

Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat

(All black gat with the mack out)

I take shorty to the rest blow her back out

sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)

(in & out like a crack house) keep it moving

(Face off with the .38 scraped off)

keep shorty maced can?t throw a 4-4 eight ball

know your place (so it starts when ya least expect)

(the yeast infect) you don?t imitate bitches

(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?

(love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas)

fuck them though, it?s all out and

have a fall out I fucked ya girl

(On top now we call out fuck the world)

(Face Off!)

Chorus

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me)

If ya feel me (Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me

(If ya feel me) Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes

Verse 2

(I apologize ladies I?m lovin? ya right)

you must be used to me trickin? but we fuckin? tonight

(No wine no dine) no wheelin? the whip

all night long just feelin? the dick beitch

(Sauce mothafuckin? slayin? I?m sayin? with no delayin?)

(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin?

nigga you neva know what a chick could do

(pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do

(My crew) mackin? the same bitch (I do)

(back man stack grands) daddy like I you

(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?

women start to fall we all bat around

Let my whole team hit it (scatter ?round)

you never seen wit it (pat ?em down)

check for cream in it (These riches)

got nu?hin to do wit these bitches

(Nothin? y?all can do to stop these digits)

(Face Off!)

Chorus

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me

(If ya feel me) Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me)

If ya feel me (Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes)

Verse 3

(Can I touch that?) what?s that? Leave it for dead.

Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)

(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)

Stay fly ?til ya die nigga deep with prayer

(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)

Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)

(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)

(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)

I?m the man fuckin? the tracks and you just foreplay

get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out

What keep it cocked faithfully like salop

with one in the drop don?t get hit up

(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer)

(clap cats a snitch she?ll give ya whole click name up)

Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up

meet me in the square with one in the chamber

(The Face Off nigga)

Chorus

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me

(If ya feel me) Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel

me)

If ya feel me (Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these

hoes)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel

me

Fuck ?em all day (fuck ?em all night) we don?t love these hoes

(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel

(Fuck ?em all day fuck ?em all night we don?t love these hoes) Yeah!!

This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)... 搜索 "Face Off"mp3

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曲名：Mo’ Money 歌手：Jay-Z 专辑：

[Jay-Z]

That nigga let his fuckin flow go

Niggaz tryin to switch up the flows on niggaz

Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky

Drop that joint

Yeah yeah (it?s the remix y?all)

Like a muh?fucker (oh yeah)

Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain?t it man)

(Yo Jay, Kel, fin? ta set it off for y?all)

C?mon

[R. Kelly]

It?s, the, remix

TrackMaster remix y?all, Kels and Jigga

Big chips with Twista y?all, get this money

[Twista]

I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club

Cause I?m rollin up on fo? flickers

Peanut-butter interior, black body

And in case you didn?t know, I be the Twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up

I hear some niggaz lookin at me for the come up

Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up

I put a hole in the first nigga that run up

The ballers be Jay, R, and T

Spit it cold cause the music is a part of me

Can?t nobody spit it fast as me

Got an academy of haters comin after me

I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need

Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money

Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley

Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me

Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50

Gettin that money my nigga

Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts

Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front

Twenty-two inch shoes, CV?s in the trunk

Gettin that money my nigga

Makin dough off a style I be the best in

Glad to be down with these two livin legends

Now let me see which league I?ma invest in

Gettin that money my nigga

Rollin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear

Makin bitches shed tears, take a look at my career

Now the shit?s swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe

Peep the wing when I hope out the tail - tell ?em Kel

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

We off up in the club, we got our hands up

Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my nigga

We rollin 24?s, open them Bentley do?s

Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga

[R. Kelly]

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back

Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac

Into the club, whole crew to the back

Super the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my forty-five inch in it

In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes

Game over and I?m still not finished

I play haters like V play tennis

Livin like a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga

Got a butler for my Maybach nigga

White linen, smokin ci-gar

Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger

Feelin on your booty

Tryin to get one of these nice ladies