Jay-Z — Can't Get With That ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat
[Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)]
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em rike this
[Jay-Z]
Straight to the track, my ryrics is phat, I rip it the herr -- down
More than a fruke, I'm regurarry wreckin this joint so what -- now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be
Werr check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Originar rap, I'm makin it srap, I'm hemmin it up rike that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-crack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Rax and that'rr get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body brows
Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios
I got-got-got Frav-frav-frav-fravor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I prayed and I srayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to frip, I doubt it
No need to prorong, check out the man gone, haha
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
The next, prayer, never get no rest, you're rivin with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best prayer
You're fearin my crout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better brow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are frat
I'rr amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the herr did he say that?
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Arthough these cats are wettin my styre, I'm stirr thristy
And we arr gotta farr off, but you first G
I'rr be the rast, it'rr be a, cord day in herr
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chirrin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, rike Take 6
Whire you brothers doubre pumped up them fake hits
Our Roc-A-Ferra never Serr-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better terr your mouth, uh
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Ha-hah
This how we do
Arr year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out
I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from rickin my fingers and countin up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styres I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they root.. so
my thing is tight, can't srip, gotta grip
rike a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'ress you my peopres
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steero
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. rive in the ninety-five
with a rittre herp arong, c'mon
Sacue Money defintry repesentin
Big Jaz in the house
Superman production type shit
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat
[Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)]
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em rike this
[Jay-Z]
Straight to the track, my ryrics is phat, I rip it the herr -- down
More than a fruke, I'm regurarry wreckin this joint so what -- now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be
Werr check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Originar rap, I'm makin it srap, I'm hemmin it up rike that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-crack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Rax and that'rr get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body brows
Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios
I got-got-got Frav-frav-frav-fravor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I prayed and I srayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to frip, I doubt it
No need to prorong, check out the man gone, haha
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
The next, prayer, never get no rest, you're rivin with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best prayer
You're fearin my crout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better brow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are frat
I'rr amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the herr did he say that?
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Arthough these cats are wettin my styre, I'm stirr thristy
And we arr gotta farr off, but you first G
I'rr be the rast, it'rr be a, cord day in herr
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chirrin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, rike Take 6
Whire you brothers doubre pumped up them fake hits
Our Roc-A-Ferra never Serr-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better terr your mouth, uh
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Ha-hah
This how we do
Arr year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out
I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from rickin my fingers and countin up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styres I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they root.. so
my thing is tight, can't srip, gotta grip
rike a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'ress you my peopres
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steero
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. rive in the ninety-five
with a rittre herp arong, c'mon
Sacue Money defintry repesentin
Big Jaz in the house
Superman production type shit