[Verse 1: JAY-Z & Swizz Beatz] Haute is the livin', Coca Cola's the sponsor (Woo) I run up with your boo, uh, Hov is a monster (Oh) Yeah, huh, they like me like that Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that I'm the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer Come be my Kardashian, queen of the come up, uh To be loved, Shakespearean Experience to be us Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff (Woo!) Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list (Oh!) Yeah, I think I might need a harem (Say, say!) I'm way too much, y'all should share 'em (Hands in the air!) I'm feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle God bless the child that can hold his own, achoo (Queens, stand up!)
[Verse 2: Nas & Swizz Beatz] My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture (Woo!) Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders (Uh!) One be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me (Ow!) Make me have no soul, so I like to take a tally All the favor of the days when the paper wasn't major But love was abundant Before the God got the "God's Son" upon the stomach Let these niggas know it was a feeling I would get From music that they would come with (Talk to 'em, Nas) Hate start with H 'cause the H come after a G (Right) They won't say it face to face, they say it after I leave After the first night at my place, she asked for the keys It's my season, Garden of Eden, we Adam and Eve Now we're naked in savage hedonism from a lack of belief I ain't a pastor, pass the Lafite We ain't in no relationship but do relationship things No ring, but she slide through when I ring (Hands in the air!) Ha, let's put success to the side I'd still be this fly if I worked at Popeye's That's a whole lotta spinach, whole game full of gimmicks Make a fool out of yourself for a post on Akademiks We are not the same, I am a alien Hovering over your city, shutting down all the stadiums Wiping out everything in my radius Don't play with us, y'all ain't made enough
[Verse 3: DMX] Shit pop off, we don't blow it up till we blow it up Cats better slow it up, y'all niggas know what's up My niggas throw it up, we all know that Got niggas missing in action, where are they at? See you niggas never really been duffed out But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out Duke, the rough route We don't play around here, nigga, we grown Start applying the pressure, give a dog a bone I'm taking half, it's just that simple Or I can start poppin' niggas like pimples I'ma let you call it, you ballin' 'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you're staggerin' and fallin' I'm holding up the wall, you got more than enough holes in you to fall You're just wasting a nigga's time, come on, man I got shit to do like hit your crew Might hit your crib, what that bitch gon' do? Not a damn thing, but go with the program Beast on that bitch like Conan -- bo-nan I'ma go where no man has ever gone, nigga When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know in a fuckin' song I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run Come through like (gunshots), till the squeezin' is done And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go And turn your whole block into death row (Woo!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
