(say what? uhh) Touch me with, a smile that glows(yeah) I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh) [Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown) A year
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The reason why We could have had the moon and the sky You'll always know The reason why this love, reason why this love Ain't gon' let you go [Verse 3: Jay-Z
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
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Ay , yo It took 8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather
Let's just - f*** all night! Yeah (Jay-Z) Until we both start yawnin (Ph.W.) Yeah (Jay-Z) To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin (Ph.W.) Yeah (Jay-Z) Until
a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons. I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael. You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie
my dawg Tom and we be listening to Kanye jay z man you know every body basically and it's crazy now cuz I do business with them. You know people always
up high (High, high, high) (Silly little vixen, mixes 'til mornin') (Not swervin', ohh, yeah) (Swore you never strolled on a bottle of that potion) (Stop motion, ooh, yeah) (Jay-Z
me and I say hello brooklyn (Verse 3-Jay-Z) Brooklyn you crazy look how you made me razor blades in my mouth walking 'round behaving or demented black hoodies and timerlanded always
On and off the mic, I always set trends Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin' Jay-Z and short
y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby Jay-Z
her mouth Boy I'm a take 'em, I'm a take 'em to the South Where them schools got classics like Jay-Z's "Reasonable Doubt? Pit is always reppin' for
I got a house on the hill right next to Jay-Z And girl I'm trying to put you in it I want lay your body down on the California king Where's your bank
Lou sandles Let me, whip your tears with my G-unit bandanna Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin' 'em It's 'Me and my girlfriend' like Tupac and them Jay-z
and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do relate If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce How you hard? The cops lettin' 50 shots off Baby Jay-Z
