Jay-Z lyrics
Jay-Z lyrics
"Jay-z I Just Wanna Love U (give It To Me) Lyrics"
Jetzt Und Alles Lyrics
Ich will verbrennen Mich nicht mehr kennen Flamme Mein Spiel Flamme Mein Ziel Feuer beginn Feuer mein Sinn Angst und Beginn
Ich will verbrennen Mich nicht mehr kennen Flamme Mein Spiel Flamme Mein Ziel Feuer beginn Feuer mein Sinn Angst und Beginn
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Jay-Z I Just Wanna Love U (Give it to Me)
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Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 1]
*When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace th
Open Up (Dust Brothers Rmx) Lyrics
Be bigger than God Be bigger than God Be bigger than God You lied. You faked. You cheated. You changed the stakes. Magnet toss that high in the sky. Unrehearsed. Let the bubbles burst. Now open up. Make room for me. Now open up. Make room for me. Be bigger than God Be bigger than God Be bigger than God
em*Be bigger than God Be bigger than God Be bigger than God You lied. You faked. You cheated. You changed the stakes. Magnet toss that high in the sky. Unrehearsed. Let the bubbles burst. Now open up. Make room for me. Now open up. Make room for me. Be bigger than God Be bigger than God Be bigger than God
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
*And I wish I never met her at all...*
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage
You wanna see
OVERTURE: SILVER BELLS Lyrics
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing people passing Greeting smile after smile And on every street corner you hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas Day Strings of street lights, even stop lights Blink a bright reg and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures
how far I'ma goCity sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing people passing Greeting smile after smile And on every street corner you hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas Day Strings of street lights, even stop lights Blink a bright reg and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures
How, much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
I just wan
Mist Lyrics
Sprung from total emptiness Inpenetratable and cold I'm drawn into the gray And then only darkness I can hear the rain again And feel the fragrance of fall I can remember the summer no more Seems like it never was I try to run back where I came from But I fail The gate closes in front of me Now already earlier than yesterday
t you to know [Hov']
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh
Sprung from total emptiness Inpenetratable and cold I'm drawn into the gray And then only darkness I can hear the rain again And feel the fragrance of fall I can remember the summer no more Seems like it never was I try to run back where I came from But I fail The gate closes in front of me Now already earlier than yesterday
t you to know [Hov']
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh