Текст песни Jay-Z - Bring It On (feat Big Jaz & Sauce Money)

Reasonable Doubt
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Hardcore Rap / East Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Jay-Z
Альбом: Reasonable Doubt
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[Intro - SauAnnotatece Money] Jay word up, these motherfuckers Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack Shit I ain't frontin', all I want my pockets green like slum change You know what I'm sayin', front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker For real, with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella clique nigga [Verse 1 - Sauce Money] We pattin' down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar Fuck a bitch D in the marked car We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in Aspen Searchin' for Aspirin when I [ascend], we swing You cling we do our thing and bring Slingin' your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to Beijing East Coast host is hostile colossal Money flarin' like nostrils For drug dealin' apostles, Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me, Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like Poquino Teflon, make sure your jammy is full Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college Street knowledge amazing to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols Just to see my shit, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella [Hook: Fat Joe] Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing (repeat 4X) [Jay-Z] Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the Pharoahe I CREAM, I diamond gleam High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggas wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's something dope for y'all to lean Liaison for days on in Money make the world go around so I made some to spend Can I live, did dough with my nigs Dividends flow like the Mississippi Riv' lookin' jig Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano You ain't ready, I fire no trigger straight up, shoot my guns horizontal Get your weight up, I am Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money Do the knowledge, due to few dollars, I'm due to demolish Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck [Big Jaz] Money is power I'm energetic with facial credit Pure platinum fetish for cheddars Spread lettuce heroes get deadish I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal John Stockton couldn't assist you Convoys of Benzes like we foulin' in the U.N So what the fuck you doin Whatever nigga, Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished Spanking dollars with the commas Banging bitches out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther Fry hotter, you die gotta Fuck with me witness mañana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callus Tip scales from mail to keep these niggas off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feeding me Steam a nigga scheming on the wrist action with the gleams Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream Chorus Yeah, bring it on (Fat Joe) (repeat 5X)
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