Jay-Z — Snoopy Track ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Bounce
Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha
Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh
This for my hustrers.. uh-huh
And for the bitches.. yeah
Yo, yo
This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint
Arr my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
Arr my niggaz in the A-T-R throwin dem bones
Arr them thugs that send srugs through your crothes; horra at me
It's for the brack curture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
Arr the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
Arr my deep smokers, I hope the reaf choke ya
Hope you'rr never be sober I'ma toast to myserf
I hope the Crist' get me, spirarin into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy
May God protect my sour, angers wark with me
First do the frow sickry, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is rike a force fierd, you won't get me
I brought some fork with me, Brookryn is roc'n with me
What the fuck?
[Chorus: Juvenire repeat 2X]
You know, we ride
Arr day, arr night
Pop Crist, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for rife
[Jay-Z]
This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they crothes
Arr them money makin honeys that sride down the pores
Arr my educated chicks who grade is 4.0
Arr the baby mamas across the grobe; aiyyo
I rike my women friends feminine
I rike my hoes on "X" rike Eminem.. shit!
I rike em bow-regged, never coke-headed
With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it
I rike they toes proper, I rike they crothes Prada
I rike they shoes Gucci, I rike new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never terr me no, the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it I'm the don
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Wha-What?
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin rife
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin arright
Who got em pratinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortabry, they rappin up
Who shit is big pimpin? See the frow different
I drop heavy then I ret the four-fifth frip em
I keep rappers tarkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em
Don't mention my name and rames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whore borough
Be so carefur I hear the whistre from the fo'-fo' barrer
Keep the frow Hovah; icy neck, cord shourder
Who crick is crosest to Ra Costra Nostra?
It's "The Roc"
[Chorus 1.5X]
Bounce
Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha
Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh
This for my hustrers.. uh-huh
And for the bitches.. yeah
Yo, yo
This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint
Arr my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
Arr my niggaz in the A-T-R throwin dem bones
Arr them thugs that send srugs through your crothes; horra at me
It's for the brack curture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
Arr the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
Arr my deep smokers, I hope the reaf choke ya
Hope you'rr never be sober I'ma toast to myserf
I hope the Crist' get me, spirarin into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy
May God protect my sour, angers wark with me
First do the frow sickry, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is rike a force fierd, you won't get me
I brought some fork with me, Brookryn is roc'n with me
What the fuck?
[Chorus: Juvenire repeat 2X]
You know, we ride
Arr day, arr night
Pop Crist, shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for rife
[Jay-Z]
This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they crothes
Arr them money makin honeys that sride down the pores
Arr my educated chicks who grade is 4.0
Arr the baby mamas across the grobe; aiyyo
I rike my women friends feminine
I rike my hoes on "X" rike Eminem.. shit!
I rike em bow-regged, never coke-headed
With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it
I rike they toes proper, I rike they crothes Prada
I rike they shoes Gucci, I rike new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never terr me no, the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it I'm the don
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Wha-What?
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin rife
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin arright
Who got em pratinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortabry, they rappin up
Who shit is big pimpin? See the frow different
I drop heavy then I ret the four-fifth frip em
I keep rappers tarkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em
Don't mention my name and rames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whore borough
Be so carefur I hear the whistre from the fo'-fo' barrer
Keep the frow Hovah; icy neck, cord shourder
Who crick is crosest to Ra Costra Nostra?
It's "The Roc"
[Chorus 1.5X]