- JAY-Z Politics As Usual 歌詞
- JAY-Z
- You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me
skatin through your town puttin it down yall relatin
No waitin Ill make your block infrared hot Im like Satan
Yall feel a niggas struggle, yall think a nigga love to
hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble
kids stop they greetin me, Im talkin sweet to keys
Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be
My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices
and fools that think I slip, you fuck around
you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy
on some I-do-or-die shit, for real
The price of leathers got me, deeper than ever and
just think, with this here, Im tryin to feel made nig-ga
Politics as us-ual... I took my
Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some
VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin
And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised
No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true
Im takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson
have a major night off, thats clean money, the tax write-off
You aint seen money in your life, when it
comes to this cheese yall like Three Blind Mice
A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes
The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
My portfolio reads : leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face
youse for life... sharight, Jigga , I keep it tight nig-ga
Politics as us-ual...
You feel my triumph never, feel my pain Im lyin
Low in the leather Zion, the best thats ever came
The game changes like, my mind just aint right
We gwan get this dough, I guess it aint your night
Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember
tellin my family Ill be back soon, that was December
Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later
got me wise still cant break my underworld ties
I wear black a lot, in the Ac, act a lot
Got matchin VCRs, a huge Magnavox
to nitch, green like spinach pop wines thats vintage
Its a lot of big money in my sentence
Hittin towards a mil, lip a, written I kill like that
chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat
Aint no stoppin the champagne from poppin
the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em
Politics as us-ual
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