Jay-Z – Jigga That Nigga

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Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album which is titled ‘The Blueprint’ and other was released in the year 2001.

 

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After the show it’s the after party then

After the party it’s the hotel lobby and

After the Belve’ then it’s probably Cris’

And after the original it’s probably this

RO

ROC nigga’s

OK let y’all get up again, feel this this

Ro ROC niggas

ROC niggas

RO ROC niggas

Come on the track (duh duh da-da)

With a throwback jersey and a fitted

Might blow a bag of

Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I’m so sick widdit

Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man

The Adidas and the Campus

Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes boat shoes

The Izod bucket on I’m so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops

Six top model chicks, who is this hot?

J-A, ladies help me say it now

(Y-Z), mami why you playin with me?

Ride with me, get high as me

It’s how it’s supposed to be, when you rollin with G’s, Hov’!

Back up in this bitch like whoa

Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo’s

V is I, and I am him

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit y’all

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu

She’s responding, top is C. Ronson

We in Luan 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 six before

I am, killin ’em out there, they needin first aid

Cause the boy got more 6’s than first grade

The crib got, killer views and square feet

You have to film MTV Cribs for a week

So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you

Right where you stand, nah I don’t wanna dance

I just wanna see what’s in your Frankie B pants

Weight is low enough to let your waist show

Top like a rock star, I got a fast car

We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty

V is I, and I am him

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit y’all

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

Hov Uh Uh Uh Uh

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

Hov

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

(Audience singing)

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

“He did it again!” Haters no like

But they gotta fuck with it cause the flow’s so tight

Gnarly dude! (I puff Bob Marley dude)

All day, like Rastafari’s do

Now I’m stuck to the point I could hardly 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 leave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova

We can play HOWEVER, sleigh bed or sofa

And the prognosis, sex is explosive

Left her with bedsheets, nigga I’m focused man

V is I, and I am him

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit y’all

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

Hov

ROC niggas

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

RO ROC niggas

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

RO ROC Niggas keep it going with me

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

(RO ROC niggas)

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

(RO ROC niggas)

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

RO ROC niggas

(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)

Yeah man

Yeah man

Throw it up one time for me

I love it man

I love it

Ladies and gentlemen

Thanks for coming out this evening

Hold on

Taking requests in an hour

But for now forreal

Honestly wanna thank everybody in this building for coming out having fun with us

I might do it again, I had a whole bunch of fun

Let me just find out if I can do it again don’t move

No don’t move I’m not gonna leave

She said I was gonna leave

Lemme take yall somewhere else right now

Lemme get y’all to zone out wit’ me, man

(Its a’ight, don’t be scared)

Take y’all niggas left and center (zone out wit’)

Bullshit

I hear the people talk (I hear y’all)

Whistling when you walk (Y’all hear me)

Your kind is hard to find

Darling, I’m glad you’re mine

I hear the people talk (I hear y’all)

Whistling when you walk (Y’all hear me)

Your kind is hard to find

Darling, I’m glad you’re mine

I speak through music, I reach you dudes

We can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoes

I refuse to lose

I peep you creeps three months in advance

I see right through ya, Judas!

The man that I am and damn you don’t know

The harder you go at me the harder I flow

Let’s do this

I’m just a mirror reflectin’ your image

The minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace

There’s nothin’ to it

Pull hammers from my waist

We can clap at this amateur pace

If that’s what’s crackin’

Or we can play this on “All Madden”

Can you even fathom not havin’ a fear in the world

I’m cool in my afterlife

If I’m readin’ these chapters right

Please what have you, I breeze through Matthews

Bleed if I have to, you cowards die a thousand deaths

Fake fucks face-down on your housing steps

Are y’all even gettin’ this message?

I ain’t bein’ aggressive

But if you testin’ my life then, shit, I gotta answer

Gotta cut off the cancer, young’n, pull your pants up

You gettin’ too big for ya britches

You fuckin’ wit’ a dude that did it wit’ digits

Breathing’s a privilege

Don’t you know when you’re defeated?

Won’t you though? Throw in the towel

I’m better with vowels

I’m a man of principles; damn-near invincible

In my own mind now that my soul’s aligned

I didn’t know before now my role’s defined:

Take hold and control what’s mine

Come and get me!

Come and take my life, you comin’ wit me

Come and try to take me for granted

I’ll take you off this planet

Dammit, man this is the gift from God

This ain’t happenstance

And your arms are too short to box

Plus we knuckle up unorthodox

You can’t take me off my grind, get off my cock

Whatchu thought? It’s the Roc

I hear the… (I hear the …)

Back in the mix of the scuffle

Since ’86 I was sick with the hustle (Woo!)

Get a couple of chicks to touch you (Woo!)

Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers

Heh-heh

Thought I was playin’ but you niggas’ll stop now

I ain’t gotta sell another record in my life

The Blueprint 2, baby! (Mm-hmm)

See y’all in November (Oh shit!)

I hear the people talk (C’mon)

Yes sir and when you walk (C’mon)

Your kind is hard to find

Darling, I’m

Darling, I’m

Darling, I’m

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