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| Jay-Z American Gangster Roc Boys Thanks to the lames, bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your bumfoolery Face of the pastor rapping at your eulogy To little Kim and 'em, you know the women friend who Carry the work cross state for a gentlemen Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly, you, the customer The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling I'm feeling like...Hey!! You ain't even got bring your paper I'm We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killing this ice...Hey!! You don't even gotta bring your purses out We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house We in the house, house, house We in the house, house, house..Hey! Let your hair down baby I just hit a score Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the forest figured, than figure more They forget to figure to account what I did with the fraw Pick a timeless pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a 'Lic before They don't know the feelin when them thangs get across Put your hand out the window, feel the force Feel the posh, Hit the frost, Ice cold, Jewels got no flaws Drop got no Top, You on the Top Floor Pink Rosey, Think OJ I get away with murder when I sling Got less steps than Britney That means it ain't stepped on, DIG ME! The Roc Boys in the building tonight..Hey! Oh what a feelin' I'm feelin' like...Hey!! You ain't even got bring your paper I'm We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the building tonight...Hey!! Look at how I'm chillin' I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring your purses out We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house Red porches, Red portraits, You dare come near the fortress This apple sauces is from the apple orchard This kinda talk is only reserved for the Bosses Which means I get it from the ground Which means you get it when I'm around Rich bitches, black bamitzphas, Most of all it's a celebration bitches Nahaiem I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time Cheers, toast to crime, Number 1 D-boy, Chain of the Rhyme The Roc Boys in the building tonight..Hey! Oh what a feelin' I'm feelin' like...Hey!! You ain't even got bring your paper I'm We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the building tonight...Hey Look at how I'm chillin' I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring your purses out We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house We in the house, house, house We in the house, house, house..Hey! The Roc Boys in the building tonight..Hey Oh what a feelin' I'm feelin' like...Hey!! You ain't even got bring your paper I'm We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the building tonight...Hey Look at how I'm chillin' I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring your purses out We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house We in the house, house, house We in the house, house, house..Hey! Let that ride out...Bring them horns back This is black Super Hero music right here baby! American Gangster Take a flight Coming to a town near you Soon as I touch down I want you to start the horns like... (Trumpet sounds in) |
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