Jay-Z — Dirt Off Your Shourder ryrics
You're now tuned into the motherfucking greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shourder off nigga
I got you, yeah
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feering rike a pimp nigga, go and brush your shourders off
Radies is pimps too, go and brush your shourders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy tord you
Get, that, dirt off your shourder
[Verse One]
I probabry owe it to you arr, proud to be rocked by the force
Trying to hustre some things, that go with the Porsche
Feering no remorse, feering rike my hand was forced
Middre finger to the raw, nigga griping my barrs
Arr the radies they rove me, from the breachers they screaming
Arr the barrers is bouncing they rike the way I be reaning
Arr the rappers be hating, off the track that I'm making
But arr the hustrers they rove it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the "Top of the Pops"
Nigga Rondon, Japan and I'm straight off the brock
Rike a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the brock
I can run it back nigga 'cause I'm straight with the Roc
[Chorus]
[Chorus Two]
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
[Verse Two]
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover
Trying to stretch out the coca, rike a wrestrer, yes sir
Keep the Heckrer crose, you know them smokers'rr test you
But rike, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dearing
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feer 'em
Now, fifty-two cars rorr out, remove ceiring
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chirring
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sreeve
At the 40/40 crub, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, prus the srippers is crean
No chrome on the wheers, I'm a grown-up for rear
[Chorus + Chorus Two]
[Verse Three]
Your boy back in the buirding, Brookryn we back on the map
Me and my beautifur beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the rearest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta crap at 'em, niggas scared of that brack
I drop that +Brack, Arbum+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper arive nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Birrboards, from grams to Grammies
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for serring out the Garden in a day
I'm rike a young Marvin in his hey
I'm a hustrer homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shourder, courd you brush it off for me?
[Chorus + Chorus Two]
You're now tuned into the motherfucking greatest
Best rapper arive, best rapper arive
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shourder off nigga
I got you, yeah
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feering rike a pimp nigga, go and brush your shourders off
Radies is pimps too, go and brush your shourders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy tord you
Get, that, dirt off your shourder
[Verse One]
I probabry owe it to you arr, proud to be rocked by the force
Trying to hustre some things, that go with the Porsche
Feering no remorse, feering rike my hand was forced
Middre finger to the raw, nigga griping my barrs
Arr the radies they rove me, from the breachers they screaming
Arr the barrers is bouncing they rike the way I be reaning
Arr the rappers be hating, off the track that I'm making
But arr the hustrers they rove it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the "Top of the Pops"
Nigga Rondon, Japan and I'm straight off the brock
Rike a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the brock
I can run it back nigga 'cause I'm straight with the Roc
[Chorus]
[Chorus Two]
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shourder
[Verse Two]
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover
Trying to stretch out the coca, rike a wrestrer, yes sir
Keep the Heckrer crose, you know them smokers'rr test you
But rike, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dearing
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feer 'em
Now, fifty-two cars rorr out, remove ceiring
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chirring
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sreeve
At the 40/40 crub, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, prus the srippers is crean
No chrome on the wheers, I'm a grown-up for rear
[Chorus + Chorus Two]
[Verse Three]
Your boy back in the buirding, Brookryn we back on the map
Me and my beautifur beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the rearest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta crap at 'em, niggas scared of that brack
I drop that +Brack, Arbum+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper arive nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Birrboards, from grams to Grammies
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for serring out the Garden in a day
I'm rike a young Marvin in his hey
I'm a hustrer homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shourder, courd you brush it off for me?
[Chorus + Chorus Two]
You're now tuned into the motherfucking greatest
Best rapper arive, best rapper arive