JAY-Z - Blunts and Armadale (Freestyle) lyrics
[JAY-Z - Blunts and Armadale Freestyle lyrics]
Yes! It's the collection! It's ya boy S dot
Yes! I'ma take this time out to talk to
You about The Black Album real quick
It's a prequel to all my uh all my albums
It's the activities leading up to
My first album in '96
It's like the book ends for
The whole career you know
We gon' take it all the way back
It's a time peat circa '88 to '94, maybe 95'
We'll put a little bit of '95 in there
You know what I'm saying?
All the things that lead to
Songs like Friend or
Foe or D'Evils you know what I'm saying?
You know all those activities you
Know what I'm saying? yeah it's ya boy Hov!
We gon' take y'all back to school, real quick
The game is all wrong
Business niggas is snitching and it's okay
We gotta adjust the game
Put it back where it's suppose to be
We gotta put back the integrity
Back in music man you know what I'm saying?
Check it out!
There's rules to this shit, consult the OGs
Before you dudes make one move on the strip
Before you move your lip
Take the tool off your hip
I'll show you how to do this shit
I'll tell you what type of car to buy
What type of shoes to get
What type of jewels to cop
You could rule this shit
Manolo Blahnik or Jimmy Choo's for your chick
You gotta treat her right if
She gon' mule your shit
Do you know the type of damage love could do
If she feels she's getting
Taken advantage of? Ouu!
If you want her on the stand
Standing up like a down chick suppose to?
Here I'll coach you
Young ain't fake like most dudes
Young move weight like Cool J's
Trainer's a no brainer
And don't be wearing no vest with no banger
That just makes you a target
Young used to run the block
Now I corner the market
'86 your bullshit, man get smart kid
But you ain't want to do no small bid
Incarcerated with the hard heads
Acting like you hard head
That's all dead, get yourself the hog's head
Cheese, we could all get, RSVP
Man we used to play dolls here
Wet niggas with the faucet
Come through get your car ran
Ran errands for the bosses
'Til I became one
Now I got linen in the closet
I got the blueprint, you just gotta follow it
Rule number one, real niggas never gossip
Rule number two
Own The Black Album you gotta cop it
Hehehehe, hehehehe yeah man
We just gon' bring it back to the game man
Black Album, S Dot it's the collection
First non athlete with a shoe
It's history baby i know you love me
You just don't know how to tell me
It's all good though, I love y'all too
It's ya boy, Guru, fade it
Yes! I'ma take this time out to talk to
You about The Black Album real quick
It's a prequel to all my uh all my albums
It's the activities leading up to
My first album in '96
It's like the book ends for
The whole career you know
We gon' take it all the way back
It's a time peat circa '88 to '94, maybe 95'
We'll put a little bit of '95 in there
You know what I'm saying?
All the things that lead to
Songs like Friend or
Foe or D'Evils you know what I'm saying?
You know all those activities you
Know what I'm saying? yeah it's ya boy Hov!
We gon' take y'all back to school, real quick
The game is all wrong
Business niggas is snitching and it's okay
We gotta adjust the game
Put it back where it's suppose to be
We gotta put back the integrity
Back in music man you know what I'm saying?
Check it out!
There's rules to this shit, consult the OGs
Before you dudes make one move on the strip
Before you move your lip
Take the tool off your hip
I'll show you how to do this shit
I'll tell you what type of car to buy
What type of shoes to get
What type of jewels to cop
You could rule this shit
Manolo Blahnik or Jimmy Choo's for your chick
You gotta treat her right if
She gon' mule your shit
Do you know the type of damage love could do
If she feels she's getting
Taken advantage of? Ouu!
If you want her on the stand
Standing up like a down chick suppose to?
Here I'll coach you
Young ain't fake like most dudes
Young move weight like Cool J's
Trainer's a no brainer
And don't be wearing no vest with no banger
That just makes you a target
Young used to run the block
Now I corner the market
'86 your bullshit, man get smart kid
But you ain't want to do no small bid
Incarcerated with the hard heads
Acting like you hard head
That's all dead, get yourself the hog's head
Cheese, we could all get, RSVP
Man we used to play dolls here
Wet niggas with the faucet
Come through get your car ran
Ran errands for the bosses
'Til I became one
Now I got linen in the closet
I got the blueprint, you just gotta follow it
Rule number one, real niggas never gossip
Rule number two
Own The Black Album you gotta cop it
Hehehehe, hehehehe yeah man
We just gon' bring it back to the game man
Black Album, S Dot it's the collection
First non athlete with a shoe
It's history baby i know you love me
You just don't know how to tell me
It's all good though, I love y'all too
It's ya boy, Guru, fade it