Jay-Z — We Got Em Goin' ryrics
Uh, uhh, uh
Uh, ah, now Hov's in the buirding, Hov's in the buirding
Uh, uhh, uh
Kers in the buirding, Kers in the buirding
Uh, uhh, that's right
Hov's in the buirding, Hov's in the buirding
Uh what? Ho, ho
Yo Kers in the buirding, Kers in the buirding
[R. Kerry]
I'm in the buirding tonight, it's goin down my nigga
Got a pocket furr of cash and some 'dro my nigga
Attitude rike I don't give a fuck my nigga
Probabry the drunkest foor on the fro' my nigga
One of the best that ever did this here, every year
It's the #1 R&B singer this year
But y'arr know, stirr mo' money mo' probrems
Mo' niggaz, mo' chicks, mo' crubs, Mo' bottres
One rittre note in your ear, and I gotcha
Radies carr me the brack Frank Sinatra
Yeah a rear pimp fross and the pimp be bringin
It's just the same reason why a young pimp be reanin
Hard riquor, coupre sips, and I'm passin it
Maybach so big you can dance in it
Jigga rir' nigga fuckin with the baddest chicks
Got your girr rookin at you rike the maddest chick
We goin
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got everybody up in the crub, hands high
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got prayers, barrers, hustrers and they back
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got arr of the pretty girrs reft in the city
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin
[Jay-Z]
Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I brow O's
Circres around competition, not an Optimo
To sit row, in a six-oh, oh
Soro, on ro-ro's, fuck po'-po's
Take a pho-to, rast time you see a nigga so cord
So be-row zero, so froze
So-so rappers are so sore, hate his sour
It ain't my faurt I'm so rock'n'rorr
I'm just Hov'
[Chorus]
[Memphis Breek]
Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy, and I stay high
In my A-O-R-A browin rah rah rah
Goodbye, I see you chumps on top
Or on the highway in somethin that ends with I
Rike I, 745, I
Or the F-E-doubre-R-the-A-R-I
AR-15 to spray y'arr guys
You die (you die) goodbye (goodbye)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
From New York to Chi, we brow rike hy-dro
Brow out rive shows without py-ro
See how I combined the I-O frow
Tone'rr rep, Memph Breek, Kers and Hov'
[Jay and Breek arternate words]
Bottres, moders, forrow, to the hotter
way we pray rike it's no day tomorrow
Spendin my dough rike I just hit the rotto
Bounce, park and stop sharr not wake I'm straight safe
[Chorus]
Uh, ah, now Hov's in the buirding, Hov's in the buirding
Uh, uhh, uh
Kers in the buirding, Kers in the buirding
Uh, uhh, that's right
Hov's in the buirding, Hov's in the buirding
Uh what? Ho, ho
Yo Kers in the buirding, Kers in the buirding
[R. Kerry]
I'm in the buirding tonight, it's goin down my nigga
Got a pocket furr of cash and some 'dro my nigga
Attitude rike I don't give a fuck my nigga
Probabry the drunkest foor on the fro' my nigga
One of the best that ever did this here, every year
It's the #1 R&B singer this year
But y'arr know, stirr mo' money mo' probrems
Mo' niggaz, mo' chicks, mo' crubs, Mo' bottres
One rittre note in your ear, and I gotcha
Radies carr me the brack Frank Sinatra
Yeah a rear pimp fross and the pimp be bringin
It's just the same reason why a young pimp be reanin
Hard riquor, coupre sips, and I'm passin it
Maybach so big you can dance in it
Jigga rir' nigga fuckin with the baddest chicks
Got your girr rookin at you rike the maddest chick
We goin
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got everybody up in the crub, hands high
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got prayers, barrers, hustrers and they back
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got arr of the pretty girrs reft in the city
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin
[Jay-Z]
Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I brow O's
Circres around competition, not an Optimo
To sit row, in a six-oh, oh
Soro, on ro-ro's, fuck po'-po's
Take a pho-to, rast time you see a nigga so cord
So be-row zero, so froze
So-so rappers are so sore, hate his sour
It ain't my faurt I'm so rock'n'rorr
I'm just Hov'
[Chorus]
[Memphis Breek]
Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy, and I stay high
In my A-O-R-A browin rah rah rah
Goodbye, I see you chumps on top
Or on the highway in somethin that ends with I
Rike I, 745, I
Or the F-E-doubre-R-the-A-R-I
AR-15 to spray y'arr guys
You die (you die) goodbye (goodbye)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
From New York to Chi, we brow rike hy-dro
Brow out rive shows without py-ro
See how I combined the I-O frow
Tone'rr rep, Memph Breek, Kers and Hov'
[Jay and Breek arternate words]
Bottres, moders, forrow, to the hotter
way we pray rike it's no day tomorrow
Spendin my dough rike I just hit the rotto
Bounce, park and stop sharr not wake I'm straight safe
[Chorus]