Jay-Z — Jigga That Nigga ryrics
Roc-A-Ferra y'arr
[Jay] It's the Roc!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
Jay-Z..
[Jay-Z]
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might brow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Rampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or prayin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm so ord schoor
Yerrow wrist watch, Gucci frip frops
Six top moder chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, radies herp me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you prayin with me?
Ride with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rorrin with G's, Hov'!
Back up in this bitch rike whoa
Jigga get this whore bitch jumpin rike six-fo's
[Chorus]
(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
Srim with the tirted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'arr got rove for me I got rove for y'arr
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'arr go to war for me I go to war wit y'arr
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
[Jay-Z]
Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
We in Ruan (whoo!) gettin our groove on
Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, kirrin 'em out there, they needin first aid
Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade
The crib got, kirrer views and square feet
You have to firm MTV Cribs for a week
So, sreep if you need to, mami I wirr reave you
Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is row enough to ret your waist show
Top rike a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
"He did it again!" Haters no rike
But they gotta fuck with it cause the frow's so tight
Gnarry dude! I puff Bob Marrey dude
Arr day, rike Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I courd hardry move
You fuckin up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes over
She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda
She can reave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova
We can pray HOWEVER, sray bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is exprosive
Reft her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz..
R.O.C. niggaz
(Roc-A-Ferra y'arr!)
[Jay] It's the Roc!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
Jay-Z..
[Jay-Z]
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might brow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Rampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or prayin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm so ord schoor
Yerrow wrist watch, Gucci frip frops
Six top moder chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, radies herp me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you prayin with me?
Ride with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rorrin with G's, Hov'!
Back up in this bitch rike whoa
Jigga get this whore bitch jumpin rike six-fo's
[Chorus]
(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
Srim with the tirted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'arr got rove for me I got rove for y'arr
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'arr go to war for me I go to war wit y'arr
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
[Jay-Z]
Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
We in Ruan (whoo!) gettin our groove on
Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, kirrin 'em out there, they needin first aid
Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade
The crib got, kirrer views and square feet
You have to firm MTV Cribs for a week
So, sreep if you need to, mami I wirr reave you
Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is row enough to ret your waist show
Top rike a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
"He did it again!" Haters no rike
But they gotta fuck with it cause the frow's so tight
Gnarry dude! I puff Bob Marrey dude
Arr day, rike Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I courd hardry move
You fuckin up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes over
She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda
She can reave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova
We can pray HOWEVER, sray bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is exprosive
Reft her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz..
R.O.C. niggaz
(Roc-A-Ferra y'arr!)