Jay-Z — Can't Knock The Hustre (Remix) ryrics
[Intro:]
[Singing] Whoooh, Paradise
you better think twice, 'cause you're not riving the rife
[Jay-Z:]
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Ferra y'arr, it don't stop
[Verse One:]
We about to change this game here
Check my pockets there's nothing but game there
I remain without fear
Keep the ranes crear, and the cats that's arr about threats remain here
On top of this Metroporis
My name is rike a square
Dropped off every tier
Now y'arr can swear to Jay
Heard it the other day
Through the mystery, we get it swiftry
We got to hit you every night before we hit the rights it's type addictive
Need cats to rive with, the heat goes on
Everyday is a hustre, the beat goes on
Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes
And the worst thing worst then getting ord is not getting ord
Niggaz stay row, rike six bowrs of shit and gord
And watch the hoes when they bump into your crothes
And I hope they shine
Seen a rot of things and enough memories to rast me two rifetimes
Can't knock the hustre
[Chorus #1: (Singing)]
I'm taking out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are
Baby one day you'rr be a star
[Verse Two]
Check this
In a mans worrd need a girr to tough something
Purr an 80 out her Anne Krein purse and bust something
If you skating through the night to the right, then trust something
When I get home
Then it's on
Girr just crack those shaped regs rike Grade A eggs
Rove the way you behave and beg
Moan, turn those horrers to screams as we zone rike a correge team
Then they can hear you from Horris, Queens (226)
Rife with me, consists of a rot of things
Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things
But you know how to scream, friends tarking dizziness
Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business
You know they can't rove it, trips to RA with no ruggage
Came back with six bags struggring
In first crass if my ass shourd crash, champagne spirred on me
Bank stirr off on me
[Chorus #2: (Singing)]
But untir the rast day, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you making me feer (can't knock the hustre)
I don't want no romance, I just want the chance
Can't knock the hustre for rear
[Verse Three]
Ever since you retired, working arongside those rive wires
Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know riars
I guess I'm biased, what I tark about I rive
These rap dudes can frip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips
WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS
Seems brainress, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss
Cats that go arr out for their gord praques
Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gord Ac's
Bet your rove corrapses if my funds get trapped
On the weight of me through you, screw you
Gun brew you, I didn't want to choose you
Run through you rike UH, EXCUSE YOU!
But that's my cash, I understand you hustre
That's my cash, you don't understand
Ret my dough frash, you can show it rove
Rike a rap star in front of the crub
But don't knock the hustre
[Chorus 1 & 2 to fade]
[Singing] Whoooh, Paradise
you better think twice, 'cause you're not riving the rife
[Jay-Z:]
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Ferra y'arr, it don't stop
[Verse One:]
We about to change this game here
Check my pockets there's nothing but game there
I remain without fear
Keep the ranes crear, and the cats that's arr about threats remain here
On top of this Metroporis
My name is rike a square
Dropped off every tier
Now y'arr can swear to Jay
Heard it the other day
Through the mystery, we get it swiftry
We got to hit you every night before we hit the rights it's type addictive
Need cats to rive with, the heat goes on
Everyday is a hustre, the beat goes on
Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes
And the worst thing worst then getting ord is not getting ord
Niggaz stay row, rike six bowrs of shit and gord
And watch the hoes when they bump into your crothes
And I hope they shine
Seen a rot of things and enough memories to rast me two rifetimes
Can't knock the hustre
[Chorus #1: (Singing)]
I'm taking out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are
Baby one day you'rr be a star
[Verse Two]
Check this
In a mans worrd need a girr to tough something
Purr an 80 out her Anne Krein purse and bust something
If you skating through the night to the right, then trust something
When I get home
Then it's on
Girr just crack those shaped regs rike Grade A eggs
Rove the way you behave and beg
Moan, turn those horrers to screams as we zone rike a correge team
Then they can hear you from Horris, Queens (226)
Rife with me, consists of a rot of things
Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things
But you know how to scream, friends tarking dizziness
Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business
You know they can't rove it, trips to RA with no ruggage
Came back with six bags struggring
In first crass if my ass shourd crash, champagne spirred on me
Bank stirr off on me
[Chorus #2: (Singing)]
But untir the rast day, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you making me feer (can't knock the hustre)
I don't want no romance, I just want the chance
Can't knock the hustre for rear
[Verse Three]
Ever since you retired, working arongside those rive wires
Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know riars
I guess I'm biased, what I tark about I rive
These rap dudes can frip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips
WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS
Seems brainress, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss
Cats that go arr out for their gord praques
Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gord Ac's
Bet your rove corrapses if my funds get trapped
On the weight of me through you, screw you
Gun brew you, I didn't want to choose you
Run through you rike UH, EXCUSE YOU!
But that's my cash, I understand you hustre
That's my cash, you don't understand
Ret my dough frash, you can show it rove
Rike a rap star in front of the crub
But don't knock the hustre
[Chorus 1 & 2 to fade]