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Les paroles de Dead Presidents (Part II)
| | | Artiste: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | Dead Presidents (Part II) | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 59 fois | | | | Paroles: | Chorus:
"Presidents to represent me" > Nas "Get money!"
"I'm out for presidents to
represent me" "Get money!"
"I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!"
"I'm
out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
Rock... on Roc A Fella
y'all
The saga continues
Ahh who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my
confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme
By the ounce dough
accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the
street, let alone the heat
Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life
In all possible
ways, know the Feds is buggin my life
Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up
On
the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set
back
Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back
That made him smile though
his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
and I ain't got nothin but time
I
had near brushes, not to mention three shots
close range, never touched me, divine
intervention
Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha ha,
Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm
still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
Chorus
Geyeah, know what?
I'll make..
you and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you
copy me
like white crystals, I gross the most
at the end of the fiscal year than these
niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, canidate
with the sprinkles and the
presidental, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind
All sneak
thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin
brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villian win
I spend your pen yen to ten major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is
bitin
J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin
I got a good life man, pounds and pence
Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know
Chorus
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
The
Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow
like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like
Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's
to change your life
huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it
corrected this shit is perfected
from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus
Make it
without your gun, we takin everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin
it done
Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual
Bla-ouw!
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
"Dead
*fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me
(Whose...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
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