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Les paroles de S Carter
| | | Artiste: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Volume 3 / Life And Times Of S. Carter | | Titre: | S Carter | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 120 fois | | | | Paroles: | Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no, nope
You can't see 'em
Though you got plans to be
him
Pay homage if by chance you meet him
In his pants pocket, your advance in
pedium
It's the undisputed champ, being
For clique, dough sick, no medicine for
us
Competition like I said in the chorus
Let me spell it out for ya
Jay to tha
Amil
(A to the Y stay real fuck how they feel, uh-huh, uh-huh)
That's how we put it
down
(Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now)
Chip off the old block
Resemble my old
pops
'Cept I tote glocks and open dope spots
And I shut down rap crews
Smack them
cats who flash tools
Laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels
I'll tell you once
This is
shit you should've of knew
(Jigga what?)
Jigga
(Jigga
who?)
Okay
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier
I thought I told
ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No
tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova
I stay sportin' played Jordan's before
Jordan
Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton
Musically touching you
Truthfully I
abuse beats better call BCW
I make my mother move
So I have no problem coming around the
old way
Sluggin' you, that's what a thug will do
(Thuggin', bust techs, a suspect
dangerous, and I love rough sex)
Yeah that's what's up
Even when I'm asleep the
gats is up
Paranoid like Sunny drive backing up
But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the
flow
Let lead fly from out the four-four,
motherfuckers
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
None I remain at the top like the sun
And I burn
whoever come in my chambers of torture
The flame gon' spark ya
Blood stain the
tarp
But remains they chalk ya
Don't try to smooth talk us
[Amil](Jay-Z)
You got
nothing to offer
But the baby nine
And make ya fine offer
The chick is ill
Even
with four-inch heels
No panties on and Patricia Fields
I get down
Just name the time,
the place
We could take it back to Vaseline on our face
On a regular day we just gleam up
your space
Rock our own line, got our whole team laced
RW with the torch on my jeans by
the waist
Without heat we still gon steam up the place
(Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless,
here we go)
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition
is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition
is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no | | | |
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