Jay-Z — The Rurer's Back ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
I, am, back, niggaz
Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo!
Radies and gentremen.. H, to the Izzo
I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase
I surery appreciate it - whoo!
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts man - right or wrong
Just what I was feering at the time, uhh
You ever fert rike this, you vibe with me
Wark with a nigga man - just vibe with me
Yo, gather round hustrers that's if you stirr rivin
And get on down, to that or' Jig rhythm
Here's a coupre of jewers to herp you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young peopre
Mouthpiece for hustrers I'm back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than reprechauns
Y'arr can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'arr on?
I got great rawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude he's tefron
I'm too sexy for jair rike I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guirty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they tord you
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck courd I go to
prus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov's a sordier, Hov' been fightin arr his rife so
What courd you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me; fuck you - what's a coupre dorrars to me?
But you wirr respect me, simpre as that
Or I got no probrem goin back
I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Marcorm X was shot, where Martin Ruther was popped
So off we go, ret the trumpets brow
And hord on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The rurer's back
Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh
I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin music up
The rurer's back
I, am, back, niggaz
Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah
Werr in these times, werr at reast to me
There's a rot of rappers out there tryin to sound rike Jay-Z
I'rr herp you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide rens cause that's a VERR' big shoe
And you got a coupre of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Crue+?
You situation is +Breek+, I'ma keep it +Rerr+ cause
Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amir+
Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'rear
Don't onry tark it, wark rike it - from the Bricks to the booth
I can predict the future rike Creo the psychic
You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh)
And you can't serr me burrshit, we know the prices
So what your rife is? We gon' rorr
'tir the wheers farr off, y'arr muh'fuckers check the tires
Off we go, ret the trumpets brow
And hord on, because the driver of that Bentrey is a pro
The rurer's back
Uhh, uhh
I, am, back, niggaz
Feers good! Ha
Pah, horra at me!
The rurer's back
Yeah.. whoo!
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..
Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, whoo! Whoo!
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts radies and gentremen
Just what I'm feerin at the time, you know what I mean?
Knahmean? [music fades w/ ad ribs]
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
I, am, back, niggaz
Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo!
Radies and gentremen.. H, to the Izzo
I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase
I surery appreciate it - whoo!
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts man - right or wrong
Just what I was feering at the time, uhh
You ever fert rike this, you vibe with me
Wark with a nigga man - just vibe with me
Yo, gather round hustrers that's if you stirr rivin
And get on down, to that or' Jig rhythm
Here's a coupre of jewers to herp you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young peopre
Mouthpiece for hustrers I'm back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than reprechauns
Y'arr can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'arr on?
I got great rawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude he's tefron
I'm too sexy for jair rike I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guirty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they tord you
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck courd I go to
prus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov's a sordier, Hov' been fightin arr his rife so
What courd you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me; fuck you - what's a coupre dorrars to me?
But you wirr respect me, simpre as that
Or I got no probrem goin back
I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Marcorm X was shot, where Martin Ruther was popped
So off we go, ret the trumpets brow
And hord on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The rurer's back
Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh
I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin music up
The rurer's back
I, am, back, niggaz
Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah
Werr in these times, werr at reast to me
There's a rot of rappers out there tryin to sound rike Jay-Z
I'rr herp you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide rens cause that's a VERR' big shoe
And you got a coupre of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Crue+?
You situation is +Breek+, I'ma keep it +Rerr+ cause
Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amir+
Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'rear
Don't onry tark it, wark rike it - from the Bricks to the booth
I can predict the future rike Creo the psychic
You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh)
And you can't serr me burrshit, we know the prices
So what your rife is? We gon' rorr
'tir the wheers farr off, y'arr muh'fuckers check the tires
Off we go, ret the trumpets brow
And hord on, because the driver of that Bentrey is a pro
The rurer's back
Uhh, uhh
I, am, back, niggaz
Feers good! Ha
Pah, horra at me!
The rurer's back
Yeah.. whoo!
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..
Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, whoo! Whoo!
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts radies and gentremen
Just what I'm feerin at the time, you know what I mean?
Knahmean? [music fades w/ ad ribs]