Jay-Z – Politics As Usual

Download clean Vinyl lp CD mp3 audio song by Jay Z and this music is titled “Politics As Usual”.

Actually this wonderful tune is popped out of an album which is titled “Reasonable Doubt” Which is released in the year 1996.

 

Listen up below with full lyrics.

 

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You know how we do

Roc-a-Fella

Forever

You can catch me

Skatin’ through your town puttin’ it down y’all relatin’

No waitin’ I’ll make your block infrared hot I’m like Satan

Y’all feel a nigga’s struggle, y’all think a nigga love to

Hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble

Kids stop they greetin’ me, I’m 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 leather’s got me, deeper than ever and

Just think, with this here, I’m tryin’ to feel made nig-ga

(Pain, this pain

This pain, this pain, this pain

This pain, this pain, this pain again)

Politics as usual

(This pain again

This pain, this pain

This pain, this pain

This pain, this…)

I took my

Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some

VS somethin’s 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

I’m takin’ wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson

Have a major night off, that’s clean money, the tax write-off

You ain’t seen money in your life, when it

Comes to this cheese y’all 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 nigga

(This pain, this pain

This pain, this pain, this pain

This pain, this pain again)

Politics as usual

(This pain again

This pain, this pain

This pain again

This pain, this…)

You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I’m lyin’

Low in the leather Zion, the best that’s ever came

The game changes like, my mind just ain’t right

We ‘gwan get this dough, I guess it ain’t your night

Suckin’ me in like a vacuum, I remember

Tellin’ my family I’ll be back soon, that was December

85 and, Jay-Z rise ten years later

Got me wise still can’t break my underworld ties

I wear black a lot, in the Ac’, act a lot

Got matchin’ VCR’s, a huge Magnavox

To nitch, green like spinach pop wines that’s vintage

It’s 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

Ain’t no stoppin’ the champagne from poppin’

The drawers from droppin’, the law from watchin’, I hate ’em

(Pain, this pain

This pain, this pain, this pain

This pain, this pain, this pain again)

Politics as usual

(This pain again

This pain, this pain

This pain, this pain

This pain again)

(This pain, this pain

This pain, this pain, this pain

This pain, this pain again

This pain again

This pain, this pain

This pain again

This pain, this…)

Ahh woohoo ooh

Woohoo ooh

Woohoo ooh

Ahh haa

Ha haa, ha haa

Ooh woohoo ooh

Woohoo ooh

Woohoo ooh

Ahh haa

Ha haa, ha haa

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