Jaz-O, Dibiase, Shareefa, JAY-Z - Let's Go! lyrics
[Jaz-O, Dibiase, Shareefa, JAY-Z - Let's Go! lyrics]
Understand the moment stop everything
The Originator the alpha and omega
We at 80 right now Jaz, we almost at 100
The first and the last
That's right, I am here kings County
We outside y'all, let's go niggas
God's here, the Aston parked here
Chicks in the cut in just the brazierres
In this at-most-phere yo ass cross here
It's yo night shorty
Get your lip glossed smeared
Toss the panties, this is, Marcy family
This is, Kings County you hear me
Spring through Fall
Ain't nothing po' but this alcohol (for real)
My number's complicated algebra
I lean in cars, lean off Bacardi dark
Shorty wit a mean ass lean on yours
She's on fours three in the morn'
For me the bomb, and she going down and out
Next day wanna meet me in town I'm out
I think I made her cross-eyed
When I hit her broad side
My name haunts chicks, train the thought
My dick stick in they mind
Run a train on they thoughts
To my (playas get ya dollas)
Like it's no tomorrow, all my
(ladies in Manolo) respect game you follow
Can I grub, read show, love, to, my, thugs
And all my women to succeed, let's go!
Hov! Big Pimpin'
Walk wit a small limp an'
I'm here to scoop you broads
Out ya mid-size cars
Bring ho's out the closet
My dough give chicks motive
You got enough money to unfold it
But one thing you can say about Jay it's
Not a day I ever bought it
You can audit my life
I put that on my unborn daughter's life
All I give 'em is game
I don't give 'em my name
Chicks leap through hoola hoops to
Get in the flame
All it takes it Cristal juice
To get in they pants, man
Ain't nothing gon' change bout
Hov but my socks, my drawers
And my Rocawear clothes
And of course the flows
So pretty soon I'll be able
To rap in Morse code (beep beep beep beep)
Please believe me but enough about Jay
My resume speaks for it'self
Getcha keys, we leavin' hov!
Girls grillin', but haters do less scopin'
Dibi's like tennis, I got the US Open
And I don't say a lot but
When it's time to yap
They callin' me cough syrup for
All the dimes I tap
The Rollie? No, might see the Tellurium
Waves got 'em nauseous might catch delirium
Got broads changing, putting 'em on learning
Levis? No, put on them Ron Hermans
Last week a handball switching on the Polo
Nine West, eehh, switch 'em to Manolos
The reason why girls wanna switch they plans
See Dibiase once and wanna ditch they man
Acting like Dib ain't really in the room
'til I'm rising to the top
Like a helium balloon
Like forget brain, step it up to cranium
It's crazy
Her ball game kept it up in stadiums
The Originator the alpha and omega
We at 80 right now Jaz, we almost at 100
The first and the last
That's right, I am here kings County
We outside y'all, let's go niggas
God's here, the Aston parked here
Chicks in the cut in just the brazierres
In this at-most-phere yo ass cross here
It's yo night shorty
Get your lip glossed smeared
Toss the panties, this is, Marcy family
This is, Kings County you hear me
Spring through Fall
Ain't nothing po' but this alcohol (for real)
My number's complicated algebra
I lean in cars, lean off Bacardi dark
Shorty wit a mean ass lean on yours
She's on fours three in the morn'
For me the bomb, and she going down and out
Next day wanna meet me in town I'm out
I think I made her cross-eyed
When I hit her broad side
My name haunts chicks, train the thought
My dick stick in they mind
Run a train on they thoughts
To my (playas get ya dollas)
Like it's no tomorrow, all my
(ladies in Manolo) respect game you follow
Can I grub, read show, love, to, my, thugs
And all my women to succeed, let's go!
Hov! Big Pimpin'
Walk wit a small limp an'
I'm here to scoop you broads
Out ya mid-size cars
Bring ho's out the closet
My dough give chicks motive
You got enough money to unfold it
But one thing you can say about Jay it's
Not a day I ever bought it
You can audit my life
I put that on my unborn daughter's life
All I give 'em is game
I don't give 'em my name
Chicks leap through hoola hoops to
Get in the flame
All it takes it Cristal juice
To get in they pants, man
Ain't nothing gon' change bout
Hov but my socks, my drawers
And my Rocawear clothes
And of course the flows
So pretty soon I'll be able
To rap in Morse code (beep beep beep beep)
Please believe me but enough about Jay
My resume speaks for it'self
Getcha keys, we leavin' hov!
Girls grillin', but haters do less scopin'
Dibi's like tennis, I got the US Open
And I don't say a lot but
When it's time to yap
They callin' me cough syrup for
All the dimes I tap
The Rollie? No, might see the Tellurium
Waves got 'em nauseous might catch delirium
Got broads changing, putting 'em on learning
Levis? No, put on them Ron Hermans
Last week a handball switching on the Polo
Nine West, eehh, switch 'em to Manolos
The reason why girls wanna switch they plans
See Dibiase once and wanna ditch they man
Acting like Dib ain't really in the room
'til I'm rising to the top
Like a helium balloon
Like forget brain, step it up to cranium
It's crazy
Her ball game kept it up in stadiums