The Joy Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z & Curtis Mayfield

[Hook - Curtis Mayfield:]
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle lamb
A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are all the makings of you

[Verse 1 - Kanye West:]
I do it for the forefathers and the street authors
That are now A&Rs in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off of
Gave her a handshake only for my man’s sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
Now there’s crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood
Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that Plan B pill
Another shorty that won’t make it to the family will
If I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will
They ain't crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty, so it’s not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Kanye West:]
No electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh, perfecto
You know the demo, your boy act wild
You ain't get the memo? Yeezy’s back in style
Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
What’s more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they "sisters"
They momma named them after white bitches
So next time you see me on your fallopian
Though the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian
Stupid questions like “Is he gon' be dope again?
Have you seen him? has anybody spoke to him?”
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch
And a bag of weed; the Holy Trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy
Your life’s cursed, well mine’s an obscenity

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jay-Z:]
This is my momma shit; I used to hear this
Through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pajama shit
Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had it
Popping like the sample that I’m rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don’t needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six pack of Miller nips
Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale
Bally’s on my feet help me balance out well
That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my momma’s
Virgin Marys try to judge her
I’m like “Where the Madonnas now?”
Give all glory to Gloria
They said “you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior”
We victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us, uh

[Outro - Kid Cudi (w/ Pete Rock):]
Keep your hands up, get mine up
Don’t let them take your fire
Yeah, okay
(It’s Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay)

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Primetime Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z

[Jay-Z:]
We in the time of our lives baby
Turn the music up, primetime
Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion, our third eon
That’s what the fuck we on
Mo’ money, 40 year old phenom
My 15 minutes of fame has stretched beyond
At 42 be better than 24, I carried the 4-5, mastered 48 laws
Still wearing my 23’s they can’t fuck with the boy
As far as them 16’s, I’m 23 of it all
Primetime, riding that 6 deuce
That 9-11 I only subtract the roof
Started in 88’, got warm in 92’, I landed in 96’
That’s the year I came through
I hit the club, ordered some Grey Goose
Switched it for Ciroc to give Puff’s stock a boost
New money, I found the fountain of youth
I’m headed to Miami to fuck up the Fontaine Bleu
A case of Ace, make it 2, nigga we rolling, beat the deuce
The night is young, what the fuck we gon’ do (ooh)

[Kanye West:]
The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh
The night is young, what the fuck we gon’ do, huh
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh

Primetime, basking in the lime
Cassius in his prime, coloring out of the line
Cause they don’t want nobody that’s colored out of the lines
So I’m late as a motherfucker, colored people time
Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes?
Well, Adam gave up a rib so mine better be prime
Niggas gon’ kill me, I swear they better be lying
I never live in fear, I’m too out of my mind
Primetime, never hit these heights
I mean it’s like, it’s like our first 1st class flight
I’m trippin’ on it, socks on marble floors
I’m slippin’ on it, champagne, I’m sippin’ on it
Shit taste different, don’t it?
You know what, you right
It’s like the best damn champagne I had in my life
“When you coming home” That’s a text from my wife
I told her, run a bubble bath
And float in that motherfucker like a hovercraft
And soak in that motherfucker til I call you back
I mean who says shit like that, and doesn’t laugh (un-huh)

The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh
The night is young, what the fuck we gon’ do, huh
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh

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No Church In The Wild Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z & Frank Ocean

[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[Jay-Z]
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?”
All for Plato, screech
I’m out here ballin’, I know y’all hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
Preach

[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

[Kanye West:]
Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission’
And deception is the only felony
So never fuck nobody wit’out tellin’ me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard
Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattoos, one read “No Apologies”
The other said “Love is cursed by monogamy”
That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach
That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach
When we die, the money we can’t keep
But we probably spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap
Preach

[Frank Ocean:]
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

Will he make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild

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Lift Off Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z & Beyonce

[Beyonce:]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

[Kanye West:]
Lift off
Lift off, takin’ my coat off
Showin’ my tattoos, I’m such a showoff (Huh?)
I feel the pain and then rolled off
I got the whole city, they about to go off
How many niggas wit’ me up in this bitch?
How many people wanna roll with me now?
Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now

[Beyonce:]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars
(Lift off, ahh, ahh)

[Kanye West:]
Like you know na na na, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now
You know me know me by now
Know me, know me by now…

[Jay-Z:]
Lift off
Rappers hear watch the throne
They gon be pissed off
Earth is boring to em
Shit is making my dick soft
When you Earnhart as me eventually you hit a big wall
5-4-3-2 we need fuel
Lift off

[Beyonce:]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

(20 seconds and counting)
(T-minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal)
(12, 11, 10, 9)
(Ignition sequence start)
(6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
(Zero, all engine running)
(Lift off, we have a liftoff)

(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Now we gon’, now we gon’, now we gon’…)

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Niggas In Paris Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z

[Guy:] We're gonna skate to one song and one song only
[Jay-Z:]
So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
first niggas gotta find me
What’s 50 grand to a muhfucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y’all don’t know that don’t shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain’t even s’pose to be here,
Ball so hard, since we here
It’s only right that we be fair
Psycho, I’m liable to go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don’t tick tock
Audemars that’s losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I’m shocked too,
I’m supposed to be locked up too
you escaped what I’ve escaped
You’d be in Paris getting fucked up too
Ball so hard, let’s get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin’ Ace on my sick J’s
So ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye,
Chi towns D. Rose, I’m movin’ the Nets to BK

[Hook]
[x2]
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray [x3]

[Kanye West]
She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl ‘fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
Ball so hard
That shit cray (that shit cray), ain’t it Jay?
Ball so hard
What she order (what she order), fish filet
Ball so hard
Your whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thing
Ball so hard
Act like you’ll never be around muhfuckas like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance
Excuse my French but I’m in France (I’m just sayin’)
Prince William’s ain’t do it right if you ask me
Cause I was him I would have married Kate & Ashley
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louis my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I’m the illest
Cause I’m suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!

[(Chazz) & Jimmy]
I don't even know what that means.
(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)
No, it's not, it's gross
(It gets the people going!)

[Jay-Z]
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

[Kanye West]
You are now watching the throne
Don’t let me get in my zone [x3]
These other niggas is lyin’
Actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

[Jay-Z]
I got that hot bitch in my home

[Kanye West]
You know how many hot bitches I own?
Don’t let me get in my zone [x4]
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I’m bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don’t let me into my zone [x2]

[Jay-Z & Kanye West]
I’m definitely in my zone

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Gotta Have It Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z

[Kanye West:]
Turn my headphones up
Louder
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(What you need, what, what you need)
(What you need, what, what you need)
Oh (I got what you need)

Hello, hello, hello, White America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon’ act phonier? Who gon’ try to embarrass ya?
I’ma need a day off, I think I’ll call Ferris up

[Jay-Z:]
Bueller had a Mueller, but I switched it for a Miele
‘Cause I’m richer, and prior to this shit was movin’ freebase

[Kanye West (Jay-Z):]
Had a conference with the DJs (Yeah), Puerto Rico three-days
(Parlay with them GDs, now they got our shit on replay)
Sorry I’m in pajamas, but I just got off the PJ
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
(Ain’t that where the Heat play?) Yep (Niggas hate ballers these days)
Ain’t that like LeBron James? (Ain’t that just like D-Wade)
(Wait)

(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need)
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup)

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]
Wassup, ma’fucka, where my money at?
You gon’ make me come down to your house where yo’ mummy at
Mummy wrap the kids, have ‘em cryin’ for they mummy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell ‘em I just want my racks
(Racks on racks on racks) Racks
(Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) Who in that?
(Oh shit, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks)
(Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga, layin’ raps on tracks)
I wish I could give you this feelin’, I’m planking on a million
I’m riding through yo’ hood, you can bank I ain’t got no ceiling
(Made a left on Nostrand Ave.) Right (We in Bed Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die

(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Tryna hurt my name, huh?)

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That's My Bitch Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z & La Roux

[Kanye West:]
Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Something, something
Yeah. thats my bitch

Thats my bitch
Sh-shorty right there
Thats my bitch
Thats my bitch

[Chorus - Elly Jackson:]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

[Kanye West:]
I paid for them titties, get your own
It aint safe in the city, watch the throne
You say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats
She learning a new word, its yacht
Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story True Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I'm a freak huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, thats our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle

[Chorus - Elly Jackson:]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Jay-Z:]
Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure
Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up
How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
Thats right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all white
Back to my Beyonces
You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits
Get ya own dog, ya heard
Thats my bitch

[Chorus:]
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Kanye West:]
You have no idea what you're dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth
Something, something, yeah

That's my bitch, That's my bitch
Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch
That's my bitch

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Who Gon Stop Me Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z

[Kanye West:]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
Til I die I’ma fuckin’ ball
Now who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars,
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for?

[Kanye West:]
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]
Who gon’ stop me, huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Yeah, who gon’ stop me?
No brakes, I need, State Farm
So many watches I need 8 arms
One neck but got 8 charms

[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]
Who gon’ stop me, huh?

[Kanye West:]
Niggas talkin’, they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That’s pig Latin, itch-bay
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Last night ain’t go so well
Got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, if you getting paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the doorman
Well that’s cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that’s on one basis
I only like green faces

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
Til I die I’ma fuckin’ ball

Now who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for

[Kanye West:]
Y’all weed purple, my money purple
Y’all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah circle
I wrote the verse, that I hope will hurt you

[Jay-Z:]
Who gone stop me huh?
Beat the odds, best the Feds
It wouldn’t be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
Night shift, 6 to 6
Gimmie one shot, one pot
I’ll show up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new coupe
They know I’m a dope boy
They don’t have no proof
I’m 3 steps removed, I know how to move
It’s looking like, I don’t know how to lose
I’m winning again, I’m at the Wynn
I’m at the table, I’m gambling,
Lucky lefty, I expect a 7,
I went through hell, I’m expecting heaven, I’m owed,
I’m throwed and I stuck to the G-code,
I’m here, oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere,
OK here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I’m allergic to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain’t no joke, I can’t be stopped
Like nope, like nope
To the beat Noah…

2 seats in the 911, no limit on the black card
Told y’all I was gonna go HAM, told the ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life, special shout out to my old head
If it wasn’t for your advice, a nigga would have been so dead
I’m living life, til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas feel me
I’m riding dirty, trying to get filthy
Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the MOMA
And I did all of this, without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
Y’all can play me for a motherfuckin’ fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I’m book smart
Could have been a chemist, cause I cook smart
Only thing to stop me is me,
And I’ma stop when the hook start
Hold up

[Kanye West:]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die, I’ma fuckin’ ball

Now who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?
Who gon’ stop me?
Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for

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Murder To Excellence Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z

[Jay-Z:]
Bloody murder, murder murder [x4]
[Kanye West:]
The paper read murder, black on black murder
The paper read murder, black on black murder

[Jay-Z:]
This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade, nigga we on the same team
Giving you respect, I expect the same thing
All black everything, nigga you know my fresh code
I’m out here fightin’ for you, don’t increase my stress load
Niggas watchin’ the throne, very happy to be
Power to the people, when you see me, see you

[Kanye West:]
And I’m from the murder capital, where they murder for capital
Heard about at least 3 killings this afternoon
Lookin’ at the news like damn I was just with him after school,
No shop class but half the school got a tool,
And I could die any day type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot reppin’ his avenue
It’s time for us to stop and re-define black power
41 souls murdered in 50 hours

The paper read murder, black on black murder,
The paper read murder, black on black murder again
Murder again…

Is it genocide?
Cause I can still hear his momma cry, know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face, bout piranha-size
The old pastor closed the cold casket
And said the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs
It’s a war going on outside, we ain’t safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
314 soldiers died in Iraq
509 died in Chicago

[Jay-Z:]
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Real niggas just multiply
And they say by 21 I was supposed to die
So I’m out here celebratin’ my post demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival
You gon’ end up pulling down niggas that look just like you
What up blood? What up cos?
It’s all black, I love us

[Kanye West:]
The paper read murder, black on black murder,
The paper read murder, black on black murder again
Black on black murder again
Black on black murder again

[Jay-Z:]
It’s a celebration of black excellence
Black tie, black Maybachs
Black excellence, opulence, decadence
Tuxes next to the president, I’m present
I dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris
In sheepskin coats, I silence the lamb
Do you know who I am Clarice?
No cheap cologne whenever I “shh-shh”
Success never smelled so sweet, I stink of success
The new black elite, they say my black card bear the mark of the beast
I repeat, my religion is the beat
My verse is like church, my Jesus piece, now please, domino, domino
Only spot a few blacks the higher I go
What’s up to Will, shoutout to O
That ain’t enough, we gon’ need a million more
Kick in the door, Biggie flow
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

[Kanye West:]
Yea it’s all messed up when it’s nowhere to go
So we won’t take the time out til we reach the T O P
From paroles to hold G’s, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG’s
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What’s the last thing you expect to see, black guys
What’s the life expectancy for black guys?
The system’s working effectively, that’s why
I’ll be a real man, take care of your son
Every problem you had before this day is now done
New crib, watch a movie
Cause ain’t nothin’ on the news but the blues
Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci
Now ain’t nothin’ new but your shoes
Sunday morning, praise the Lord
You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
So let’s savor this moment, and take it to the floor
Black excellence, truly yours

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Made In America Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z & Frank Ocean

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Sweet King Martin
Sweet Queen Coretta
Sweet Brother Malcolm
Sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary
Sweet Father Joseph,

Sweet Jesus
We made it in America
Sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus
We made it in America
Sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh, sweet baby Jesus,
We made it in America

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I told my mama I was on the come up
She said "you going to school I'll give you a summer"
Then she met NO ID and gave me his number
10 years later she driving a Hummer
Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye
What I do? Turn around, gave them beats to Jay
And I'm rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy
I guess I'm getting high off my own supply
Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the magic
Started a little blog just to get some traffic
Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic
A million hits and the web crashes – damn!
South Park had 'em all laughing
Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin'
Ignore the critics just to say we did it
This ain't no fashion show, motherfucker, we live it

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Sweet King Martin
Sweet Queen Coretta
Sweet Brother Malcolm
Sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary
Sweet Father Joseph,

Sweet Jesus
We made it in America
Sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus
We made it in America
Sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh, sweet baby Jesus,
We made it in America

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I pledge allegiance, uh, to my Grandma
For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana
Our apple pie was supplied through Arm & Hammer
Straight out the kitchen, shh don't wake Nana!
Built a republic, that still stands
I'm trying to lead a nation, to leave to my little man's
Or my daughter, so I'm boiling this water
The scales was lopsided, I'm just restoring order
Hold up, here comes grandma, what's up YaYa?
What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some agua
No papa, bad Santa
The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners
I got my liberty, chopping grams up
Street justice, I pray God understand us
I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers
This is the Star Spangled Banner

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Sweet King Martin
Sweet Queen Coretta
Sweet Brother Malcolm
Sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary
Sweet Father Joseph,

Sweet Jesus
We made it in America
Sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus
We made it in America
Sweet baby Jesus, ooh
Oh, sweet baby Jesus,

We made it in America

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Why I Love You Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z & Mr Hudson

[Chorus – Mr Hudson:]
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know
[x4]

[Jay-Z:]
Picture if you will, that the throne was burning
Rome was burning, and I’m sitting in the corner all alone burning
Why does it always end up like this?
Something that we don’t determine
Same people that I fought for
That I fight for, that I ride for
That I live for, that I die for
Be the reason that these niggas is alive for
And they want me dead
But I’m so sorry but I just can’t die for you
But I can make em put their hands in the sky for you
We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th
Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?
When the grief is over, beef is over, I’ll be fly when Easter’s over
I tried to teach niggas how to be kings
And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers
So the love is gone, til blood is drawn
So we no longer wear the same uniform
Fuck you squares, the circle got smaller
The castle got bigger, the walls got taller
And truth be told after all that said
Niggas still got love for you

[Chorus – Mr Hudson:]
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know
[x4]

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]
Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it
God damn this shit leaves a mess don’t it
Shit feelin’ like death don’t it
Charge it to the game, whatever’s left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it
But first I shall digress on it
Wasn’t I a good king?
(Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)
Didn’t I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?
(Huh, I gave you my loyalty)
Made you royalty and royalties
(Took care of these niggas lawyer fees)
And this is how niggas rewardin’ me
(Damn)

[Chorus – Mr Hudson:]
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know
[x2]

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]
Bussin’ at me, b-b-b-bussin’ at me
But I’m bullet proof, bitch you can’t get nothin’ past me
Got body armor (A nigga gotta watch the throne)
And I’m bussin’ back, so niggas in a glass house should not throw stones
What do you do when the love turns to hate?
(Gotta separate from these fuckin’ fakes)
Caesar didn’t see it so he ceased to exist
So the nigga that killed him had keys to his shit
Am I my brother’s keeper?
(Only if that nigga don’t creep up)
Got a pistol under my pillow
(I’ve never been a deep sleeper)
P-p-p-paranoia
(Cause the nigga that said he’ll…)
Blast for ya (Is now…)
Blastin’ for ya, that’s an assassin for ya
(These niggas got a shot they’ll shoot)
Please Lord (Forgive him)
For these niggas (Not know) What they, (Do) (Ooh)

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Illest Motherfucker Alive Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z

[Kanye West:]
1985 white Lamborghini Countach, 2 of em
I need a slow motion video right now
Cause I’m moving in slow motion, slow motion
Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a nigga
Shooting a nigga, hey hey hey
I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

Damn baby, pussy can’t be your only hustle
Unless you bad as Naomi Russell
I mean a lot of niggas got money
So basically, Russell ain’t the only Russell
Russell Brand, Russell Crowe
Zero Zero Zero Zero, a whole lot of 0’s
What you after, actor money?
You in line behind currency, yeah you after money
Bullet proof condom when I’m in these hoes
Got staples on my dick (why) fuckin’ centerfolds
And I swear to God they so cold
Got a nigga in Miami wearing winter clothes
I got my fur on feelin’ like Jerome
She got her fur too, we get our his and her on
Don’t look at the jewelry, or get your blurr on
Too close, you comatose so dope you overdose
Get back, you overclose
Oh no, the hood was strugglin’
But then I blessed them with that Polo
Niggas was making music and then my first solo…
Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo
She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
Yeah and I’m cold bitch, please try to keep the door closed
Lanvin thousand dollar tee with no logos
Let me show you what I see when my eyes closed

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]
Take it how you want til a nigga dead
(Til then I’m the illest motherfucker alive)
Whole world aiming at a nigga head
(Because I’m the illest motherfucker alive)

[Jay-Z:]
Holla, King Hov, I’m exactly what the fuck you think
11 in a row, Bill Russell rings, Michael Jordan swag
Y'all think Michael Jordan bad
Nigga I got a 5 more rings than Michael Jordan had
Elvis has left the building now I’m on the Beatles ass
Niggas hear Watch The Throne, yeah it’s like the Beatles back
Bey Bey my Yoko Ono, Rih Rih complete the family
Imagine how that’s gon' look front row at the Grammy's
Fuck your awards like Eddie Murphy’s couch
The Roc is in the building we should have stayed in the house
I don’t even know what we doing here
Seems to me a complete waste of gear
Just a fuckin waste of time, a complete waste of bottles
Niggas fashion is weak, they be wastin’ all the models
Got the over-sized Rolley let me show the how to do it
When I say it then you see, it ain’t only in the music
Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses
My house like a museum, so I see em when I’m peeing
Usually you have this much taste you European
That’s the end of that way of thinking, nigga never again
Know when to leave when the heat is coming, I learned that
This is where DiNero would be if he ain’t turn back
Fuck Sosa, this Hova this is real life
This is what the ending of Scarface should feel like

[Kanye West:]
I need a slow motion video right now
Cause I’m moving in slow motion slow motion
Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a nigga
Shooting a nigga hey hey hey
I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

Slow motion slow motion

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H.A.M Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Jay-Z

[Kanye West:]
It was all good just a week ago
niggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop
niggas kill themselves
What niggas gon do Hov?
This a new crack on a new stove
I'm in the two-door, true that
niggas tellin' me "You back"
Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh?
and if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
and I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthafucker and I get it
No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me
Or-gy, or are we speakin methaphorically
Historically, I'm kickin' bitches out like Pam, nigga
Goin' HAM nigga, me and Jigga
and a nigga still young, wanna have no kids
But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit
And a few white girls, asses flat a shit
But the head so good, damn a nigga glad he hit
Got em jumpin' out the building
Watch out below, a million out the door

I'm about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
I'm about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am

[Jay-Z:]
fuck y'all mad at me for?
You don't even know what I've been through
I play chicken with a Mack truck
Y'all muthafuckers woulda been moved
I swam waters with great whites
Y'all muthafuckers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y'all muthafuckers woulda been food
fuck wrong with these dudes
Try to walk around in these shoes
See the shit I saw growing up
And maybe you can take a peek at these boo's
niggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like
These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really
I'm like really half a billi nigga
Really you got baby money
Keep it real with niggas
niggas ain't got my lady money
Watch the Throne don't step on our road
Bad enough we let you step on our globe
When my nephew died, daddy dead
niggas took the price on my uncles head
Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled
So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread
Bow down, brother pay homage
don't spill hate all on my garments
Commes Des Garcon, fuck your fresh
head shots nigga fuck your vests
fuck the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God cause you know a nigga just went Ham

Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM

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Clique Lyrics - Kanye West Ft Big Sean, Jay-Z

[Intro]
What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from
But if you got money, fuck it, 'cause I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody fresher than my motherfucking
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway
It’s grind-day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
She tryna get me that poo tang
I might let my crew bang
My crew deeper than Wu Tang
I’m rolling with (Huh) fuck I’m saying?
Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!
I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wanye
But I’m the fuckin’ villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building
Freaky women I be feelin’ from the bank accounts I’m fillin’
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that’s killin’ everything that he see

[Hook]

[Jay-Z:]
Yeah am talking Ye’, yeah am talking Rih’, yeah I’m talking B, nigga I’m talking me
Yeah I’m talking bossy, I ain’t talking Kelis
Your money too short, you can’t be talking to me
Yeah I’m talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug cousin, ain’t nothing fuckin’ with we, me
Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250, 250 to a half a milli, ain’t nothin’ nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or jefe
Translation, I’m the shit. Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say
Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years, ain’t hug his son since the second grade
He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
It’s the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing
You ain’t fuckin’ with my clique

[Hook]

[Kanye West:]
Break records at Louis
Ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols
What niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I’m talking business
We talking CIA
I’m talking George Tenet
I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach
Think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money don’t spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig’nant
I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn’t really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew presence
Speed Boat swerve homie, watch out for the waves
I’m way too black to burn from sun rays
So I just meditated the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I’m in Vegas they screaming like he’s Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feelin’ Isrealian
Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no that's Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I’ve been talking to God for so long
That if have you look in my life I guess he talking back
Fuckin’ with my clique

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Drunk in Love Lyrics - Beyoncé Ft Jay Z

[Intro: Beyoncé]
I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na

[Verse 1: Beyoncé]
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you

[Hook: Beyoncé]
We woke up in the kitchen saying,
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love

[Bridge: Beyoncé]
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

[Verse 2: Beyoncé]
We be all night,
And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking,
Park it in my lot 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
Armand de brignac, gangster wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
[Studio version:] Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy toys
[Video/Live version:] Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body
Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
(I'm nice right now)
Hold up
That D'USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up,
Stumbled all in the house time to back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve
Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slip the panties right to the side
Ain't got the time to take draws off, on site
Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike
In '97 I bite, I'm Ike, Turner, turn up
Baby no I don't play, now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gonna need G3
4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
We sex again in the morning, your breastases is my breakfast
We going in, we be all night

[Bridge]

[Verse 4: Beyoncé]
Never tired, never tired
I been sipping, that's the only thing that's keeping me on fire, me on fire
Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
I've been drinking watermelon
I want your body right here, daddy I want you, right now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy I want you

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Take One For The Team Lyrics Kanye West Ft Jay-Z, John Legend, Swizz Beatz

[Jay-Z - Intro]
Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us, 'Ye
Power to the people
We're living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit
The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
New watches (you know what time it is)
Watch us (you see us)
They can't stop us
The prophets
Beotches!

[Chorus: Kanye West]
No one man should have all that power (Yea!)
The clock's tickin, I just count the hours (Yea!)
Stop trippin, I'm tripin off the power
("No one man should have all that power!" - [King Crimson])

[Jay-Z]
Rumble young man, rumble
Life is a trip so sometimes we gon' stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, you'll feel like it's only one you
Man, you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, "Is that what it's all come to?"
Looking at life through sunglasses in the sunroof
Do you have the power to get out from up under you
Fuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you
They trying to ask who/Axl Rose you, (Welcome to the Jungle!)
To be continued, we're on that Norman Mailer shit
In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift
Tell 'em this!

[Kanye West]
No one man should have all that power...[echoes]

[John Legend (Kanye)]
Yea-ei-yea-ei-yea-ei-yea-ei-YEAAAAAAA-EAH
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
{"No one man should have all that power!" - [King Crimson]}

[Kanye West]
Now when I walk in everybody do the power clap - clap, clap, clap
Fresh for the club, I just took an half an hour nap - clap, clap, clap
I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap - Clap, clap, clap
My psyche was out the plug, now it's time to get the power back - Clap, clap

I've seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power
Power to the people, at last! It's a new hour
Now we all ain't gon' be American Idols
But you can 'least grab a camera, shoot a viral
Huuuh? Take the power in your own hands
I'm a grown man, doin my grown dance
I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch
I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit
No one man should have all that power
The clock's tickin, I just count the hours
Stop trippin, I'm trippin off the power
'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours

[John Legend]
EYY-YEAAAAH
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
Eh-ay, eh-ay, eh-ay, eh-ay (The power)

[Kanye West]
Now everything I'm rhymin on cause a Ramadon
Been a don prayin for families lost in the storm
Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran
So the next couple bars I'ma drop 'em in Islam
They say as-salaam alaikum, we say alaikum as-salaam/salam'
That's no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom
Now the question is how we gon' stop the next, Vietnam
Keep, Flex out of Korea 'cause you know we drop bombs!
[explosion and music stops]

[Swizz Beatz - breakdown as beat changes]
Showtime!
Aiyyo Yeezy man, stop playin wit these people man
They wanna see you act all crazy in this muh'fucker man
Take that jacket off an go crazy on them niggaz man
Ya'knahmtalkin BOUT? {"I GOT THE POWER!" - [Snap!]}

[Kanye West (Swizz Beatz)]
What do it mean to be the boss? (OH!)
It means second place is the first one who lost (OH!)
The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross (OH!)
The truth or fiction, it's a hell of a cost (BOP!)
Do the dishes, I'm 'bout to hit that Jeff Gordon (AY!)
Michael Jordan is the only one more important (AY!)
But I be feelin like Jordan when I'm recording (C'mon!)
'Cause everytime I record, I dunk and slam the booooards
I don't know what rappers gon' do afterwarrrrrds (OH!)
Prol'ly spaz like I might do at the awaaaaards (Right!)
Huh! I got the whole crowd goin CRAZY! (AY!)
Homey, I should be rewarded (WHOOOOOOO!)
Gettin money Yeezy, Yeezy how you do it, huh? (WHOOO!)
Eating Wheaties, drinkin Fiji, bein greedy, huh? (C'mon!)
Don't even think you can elude to the rumors (C'mon!)
I'm immune to the boos, I'ma PROVE to you losers -- {"I GOT THE POWER!" - [Snap!]}
(Huh!) It's all in timing, nigga (Get 'em!)
See I dream my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga (Get 'em!)
Now Jay my big brother, and B my lil' sister (Get 'em!)
And excuse me, but, you cain't see my lil' sister (HANDS IN THE AIR!)
Number one sound across the board - HEY! (OH!)
Number one now and forever more - HEY! (HEY!)
Number one rule is niggas gon' HATE!
Maybe I drop the album - naaaaah, y'all gotta wait (Oh!)
And on the net, they showin pictures of my Cali place
My Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates
All my ol' gurls know that I'm the one that got away (Whoo!)
I think about her Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway (AY!)
And keep my bulletproof, hater coat on (Chill...chill! Chill! Yo!)
Lookin at some photos that I'm lookin crazy dope on
Hand up, talkin shit, yeah I get my Pope on (Yo!)
and go home with, somethin to poke on (WHOO!)
That's what Dre said, but this what 'Ye said (Huh!)
How 'Ye doin? Who 'Ye screwin? (Huh!)
That's for my dick to know, befo' you get to know 'em
She ain't gave you ass, that pussy fictional
I gotta give her the eviction no-tice
"Getcho ass out, bitch! Vamanos!"
Five seconds to the song end, we gettin close
I got the power muh'fucker if you didn't know

[Swizz Beatz - Outro]
Chill! Chill! Chill man!
Chill 'Ye, chill! Chill!
Chill! Shit's burned up already...
It's over

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Frontin Lyrics Pharrell Williams Feat Jay Z

[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain't looking at no other dudes cause you love me
(I'm sorry but.. so sexy)
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe cause you love me (Uh, you do it well)
So then we tried - singing it slow now
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gonna tear your ass up (tear your ass up)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I know that I'm carrying on, nevermind if I'm showing off
I was just fronting (you know I want your babe)
I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all
But you know I want your (you should stop fronting babe)

[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
Trying to be the best girlfriend you could be
But still you sneak and look at me, and girl I love it
Then you give your other girl a show
Tell her you gonna call her ass how it was
And she's gonna love it (whoa-oh whoa, yeah yeah)
So then we tried - singing it slow now
Because you weren't used to how fast we touched (fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes - and I knew I was in there
And I was gonna tear your ass up (tear your ass up)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
[J:] We got another one Pha-real [Pharrell]
[P:] Dance, oh oh
[J:] I call you Pha-real cause you're the truth, ha ha, Young!
[P:] Whoa-oh, oh oh
[J:] Uh, yeah
[P:] Dance, oh oh
[J:] Yeah, lemme talk to em
[P:] Whoa-oh, oh oh
[J:] I'm a keep it real

[Verse: Jay-Z]
Everytime your name was brought up
I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you do me for a loop, this Hov
I'm too old to be fronting when I'm feeling Denzel
And you acting like you ain't appealing but you are
Stunting like you ain't my only girl but you are (I was just fronting)
I'm ready to stop when you are

[Chorus]

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Dance, oh oh
Whoa-oh, oh oh
Dance, oh oh
Whoa-oh, oh oh

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