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3 Kings

アーティスト:Jay-Z 

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Yeah, classic hip hop shit Dr. D-R-E Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em We started out moppin' floors And now we front row at the awards Number one for the last twenty years If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers) Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers) Yeah and it is what it is He wanted to shine at the swap meet Til the white boys got him in that hot seat I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Money long, number one twenty years strong Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms Great weed, nice homes, bread proper Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter Born broke, real nigga straight out of Compton The fuck you magazine niggas want from me? I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money All black on my Al Capone shit I built a house, nigga get your own shit I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones See y'all niggas Hit the switches on that shit one time, huh Let the top down I came a long way from the weed game Twenty stack seats at the Heat game And I'm still strapped with the heat man And we steppin' on a nigga feet man 80 pair of sneakers came from the D game Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing Brown bag money in a duffle bag Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol I only love her when the ass fat We should listen to this track in my Maybach I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire


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