[Intro: Jay-Z (Kanye)] [laughing] Yo fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost For making me do this shit. Muh'fucker Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking room 'Cause they don't fucking..
(I'd like to propose a toast) (I said toast motherfucker)
[Chorus: Kanye] And I am (here's to the roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (here's to Rocafella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky (here's to the roc) This is the last call for alcohol, for the... (here's to Rocafella) So get your ass up off the wall
[Verse 1] The all around the world Digital Underground, Pac The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame And come back next year with the whole fucking game Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's only niggaz that help My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bourgie, he big-headed Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody interested 'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
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[Verse 2] Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called West Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def Call him Kwa-lI or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and oooh It come out sweeter than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him - ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody loves Kanye I'm almost Raymond' Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him? It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more I rocked 20,000 people, I was just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled too hard 'Oh my god, is that a Black Card?' I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term African American Express Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to Killin y'all niggaz on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
[Chorus] "... last call for alcohol, for my niggaz"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
