Song | Jigga That N***a |
Artist | Jay-Z |
Album | The Blueprint |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnes, Carter, Olivier | |
Roc-A-Fella y'all | |
It's the Roc! | |
Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga | |
R.O., R.O.C. *******z, R.O. | |
Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga | |
Hov'! R.O.C. *******z, R.O., whoo! | |
Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga | |
It's Hov'! R.O.C. *******z | |
Jay-Z | |
Come on the track duh duh da-da | |
With a throwback jersey and a fitted | |
Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix | |
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit | |
Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man | |
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers | |
Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes | |
The Izod bucket on I'm so old school | |
Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops | |
Six top model chicks, who is this hot? | |
J-A, ladies help me say it now | |
Y-Z, mami why you playin with me? | |
Ride with me, get high as me | |
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'! | |
Back up in this ******* like whoa | |
Jigga get this whole ******* jumpin like six-fo's | |
(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu | |
She's respondin, top of C. Bronson | |
We in Luan (whoo!) getting our groove on | |
Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa' | |
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before | |
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before | |
I am, killing 'em out there, they needing first aid | |
Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade | |
The crib got, killer views and ******* feet | |
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week | |
So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you | |
Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good) | |
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants | |
Waist is low enough to let your waist show | |
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car | |
We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty | |
(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
"He did it again!" Haters no like | |
But they gotta ******* with it cause the flow's so tight | |
Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude | |
All day, like Rastafari's do | |
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move | |
You ******* up my high, don't bother me dude | |
But Red Rover, send your hoes over | |
She can do whatever, sip something with soda | |
She can leave whenever, sip something with Hova | |
We can play however, slay bed or sofa | |
And the prognosis, sex is explosive | |
Left her with wet bedsheets, ******* I'm focused | |
(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all | |
(Jigga, Jigga, that ******* Jigga!) | |
R.O., R.O.C. *******z.. | |
R.O.C. *******z | |
(Roc-A-Fella y'all!) | |
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zuo ci : Barnes, Carter, Olivier | |
RocAFella y' all | |
It' s the Roc! | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga | |
R. O., R. O. C. z, R. O. | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga | |
Hov'! R. O. C. z, R. O., whoo! | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga | |
It' s Hov'! R. O. C. z | |
JayZ | |
Come on the track duh duh dada | |
With a throwback jersey and a fitted | |
Might blow a bag of hershey in the siddix | |
Or might take sips of army with a chiddick, I' m so sick widdit | |
Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man | |
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers | |
Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes | |
The Izod bucket on I' m so old school | |
Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops | |
Six top model chicks, who is this hot? | |
JA, ladies help me say it now | |
YZ, mami why you playin with me? | |
Ride with me, get high as me | |
It' s how it' s supposed to be, when you rollin with G' s, Hov'! | |
Back up in this like whoa | |
Jigga get this whole jumpin like sixfo' s | |
Hov'! V is I, and I am him | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all got love for me I got love for y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all go to war for me I go to war wit y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu | |
She' s respondin, top of C. Bronson | |
We in Luan whoo! getting our groove on | |
Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa' | |
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before | |
Never seen twentytwo' s on the 6 before | |
I am, killing ' em out there, they needing first aid | |
Cause the boy got more 6' s than first grade | |
The crib got, killer views and feet | |
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week | |
So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you | |
Right where you stand, nah I don' t wanna dance I' m good | |
I just wanna see what' s in your Frankie B pants | |
Waist is low enough to let your waist show | |
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car | |
We can cruise the city, doin a bucksixty | |
Hov'! V is I, and I am him | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all got love for me I got love for y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all go to war for me I go to war wit y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
quot He did it again! quot Haters no like | |
But they gotta with it cause the flow' s so tight | |
Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude | |
All day, like Rastafari' s do | |
Now I' m stuck to the point I could hardly move | |
You up my high, don' t bother me dude | |
But Red Rover, send your hoes over | |
She can do whatever, sip something with soda | |
She can leave whenever, sip something with Hova | |
We can play however, slay bed or sofa | |
And the prognosis, sex is explosive | |
Left her with wet bedsheets, I' m focused | |
Hov'! V is I, and I am him | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all got love for me I got love for y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all go to war for me I go to war wit y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
R. O., R. O. C. z.. | |
R. O. C. z | |
RocAFella y' all! | |
zuò cí : Barnes, Carter, Olivier | |
RocAFella y' all | |
It' s the Roc! | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga | |
R. O., R. O. C. z, R. O. | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga | |
Hov'! R. O. C. z, R. O., whoo! | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga | |
It' s Hov'! R. O. C. z | |
JayZ | |
Come on the track duh duh dada | |
With a throwback jersey and a fitted | |
Might blow a bag of hershey in the siddix | |
Or might take sips of army with a chiddick, I' m so sick widdit | |
Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man | |
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers | |
Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes | |
The Izod bucket on I' m so old school | |
Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops | |
Six top model chicks, who is this hot? | |
JA, ladies help me say it now | |
YZ, mami why you playin with me? | |
Ride with me, get high as me | |
It' s how it' s supposed to be, when you rollin with G' s, Hov'! | |
Back up in this like whoa | |
Jigga get this whole jumpin like sixfo' s | |
Hov'! V is I, and I am him | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all got love for me I got love for y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all go to war for me I go to war wit y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu | |
She' s respondin, top of C. Bronson | |
We in Luan whoo! getting our groove on | |
Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa' | |
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before | |
Never seen twentytwo' s on the 6 before | |
I am, killing ' em out there, they needing first aid | |
Cause the boy got more 6' s than first grade | |
The crib got, killer views and feet | |
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week | |
So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you | |
Right where you stand, nah I don' t wanna dance I' m good | |
I just wanna see what' s in your Frankie B pants | |
Waist is low enough to let your waist show | |
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car | |
We can cruise the city, doin a bucksixty | |
Hov'! V is I, and I am him | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all got love for me I got love for y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all go to war for me I go to war wit y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
quot He did it again! quot Haters no like | |
But they gotta with it cause the flow' s so tight | |
Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude | |
All day, like Rastafari' s do | |
Now I' m stuck to the point I could hardly move | |
You up my high, don' t bother me dude | |
But Red Rover, send your hoes over | |
She can do whatever, sip something with soda | |
She can leave whenever, sip something with Hova | |
We can play however, slay bed or sofa | |
And the prognosis, sex is explosive | |
Left her with wet bedsheets, I' m focused | |
Hov'! V is I, and I am him | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all got love for me I got love for y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
And if y' all go to war for me I go to war wit y' all | |
Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga! | |
R. O., R. O. C. z.. | |
R. O. C. z | |
RocAFella y' all! | |