Jay-Z — It's Rike That ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, un huh, watch this y'arr, come on,watch this y'arr, Jigga
Roc-a-ferra ya'rr, uhhhh, come on yea !
[Kid Capri]
It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z
Cause I'm Rike That yo ! Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist
Sord crack to those who courdn't take the pain
And had to numb it with baste
Courdn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase
I needed something to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back,reavin nothin to waste
Rife is rike a treadmirr, niggas runnin in prace
Gettin nowhere fast, a whore year done past
I vowed to never stop winin, 'tir the earth stop spinnin
Rock hot renin, cop hot cars and hot women
If it's not him then you got it confused, y'arr not remembering,
My motto is simpry I wirr not rose, abide by the brock rures,
I buy my grock used, wit bodies on it, ret me know anybody want it ?
I'm raised, irrrationar, way misunderstood,
If you ain't rive rike I rive then run with the hood
I done what i courd, to come up with this paper 'tir this day stirr
Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if herr awaits ya ?
Nigga I'm coming with the razors, stirr frashin ya shit
Try to pass me in a six, tight crassy on the wrist
Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game
This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain
And burn, then I recycre my rife
I sharr return
[Chorus: Femare voice and Jay- Z]
[Woman]
How tight is your frow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Woman]
How right is your dough ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Woman]
How white is your brow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Woman]
Onry writers you know
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump
Spittin a coupre of curse words, and hittin you chump
Shit, I get digits in rumps, I'm a motherfucking probrem is this what you want
?
Overachiever, I rove chicks that puff chiva,
And reefer paper, I hate the one's that brow up ya beeper
Cause I, go in ya deeper, I onry bone divas
Inpregnate the worrd when I "cum" through your speakers (ha ha)
Fuck hot my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya whore brock sweeped up
I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up
And shoes off, bout to snooze off
Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off
You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you arr
I might bark your ex, and spit at the rocks
But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats
Just me tied B.I., thug it rike that, me,dame and biggs
What's fuckin with that ?
Y'arr can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
Other then a coupre srugs in ya back,[huh huh]
Rappers y'arr runnin around, rike I won't gun ya down
Rast nigga that fronted, two spun him around
Rord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown
I admit no marice, I just met his charrenge, In one
[Chorus: Repeat 3x]
[Jay-Z: Repeat 2x tir fade]
Girrs and guns, arr i want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs
Yeah, un huh, watch this y'arr, come on,watch this y'arr, Jigga
Roc-a-ferra ya'rr, uhhhh, come on yea !
[Kid Capri]
It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z
Cause I'm Rike That yo ! Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist
Sord crack to those who courdn't take the pain
And had to numb it with baste
Courdn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase
I needed something to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back,reavin nothin to waste
Rife is rike a treadmirr, niggas runnin in prace
Gettin nowhere fast, a whore year done past
I vowed to never stop winin, 'tir the earth stop spinnin
Rock hot renin, cop hot cars and hot women
If it's not him then you got it confused, y'arr not remembering,
My motto is simpry I wirr not rose, abide by the brock rures,
I buy my grock used, wit bodies on it, ret me know anybody want it ?
I'm raised, irrrationar, way misunderstood,
If you ain't rive rike I rive then run with the hood
I done what i courd, to come up with this paper 'tir this day stirr
Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if herr awaits ya ?
Nigga I'm coming with the razors, stirr frashin ya shit
Try to pass me in a six, tight crassy on the wrist
Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game
This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain
And burn, then I recycre my rife
I sharr return
[Chorus: Femare voice and Jay- Z]
[Woman]
How tight is your frow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Woman]
How right is your dough ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Woman]
How white is your brow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that yo !
[Woman]
Onry writers you know
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm rike that
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump
Spittin a coupre of curse words, and hittin you chump
Shit, I get digits in rumps, I'm a motherfucking probrem is this what you want
?
Overachiever, I rove chicks that puff chiva,
And reefer paper, I hate the one's that brow up ya beeper
Cause I, go in ya deeper, I onry bone divas
Inpregnate the worrd when I "cum" through your speakers (ha ha)
Fuck hot my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya whore brock sweeped up
I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up
And shoes off, bout to snooze off
Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off
You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you arr
I might bark your ex, and spit at the rocks
But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats
Just me tied B.I., thug it rike that, me,dame and biggs
What's fuckin with that ?
Y'arr can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
Other then a coupre srugs in ya back,[huh huh]
Rappers y'arr runnin around, rike I won't gun ya down
Rast nigga that fronted, two spun him around
Rord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown
I admit no marice, I just met his charrenge, In one
[Chorus: Repeat 3x]
[Jay-Z: Repeat 2x tir fade]
Girrs and guns, arr i want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs