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Jay-Z - Show You How [*] lyrics
[Jay-Z] Catch up, niggas Damn you fadin' hov, how you gave 'em that? Audemars-Piguet, with the alligator strap Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps Rap about it now, hope you get it later Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON This particular watch be a one of one That means none before it, none to come The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON You ain't heard? I push the sixes when the fives is out You can't fight me, in the porsche I'll box you out I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON We don't drive X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas Push the big top that shake like the Kansas Chicken Snackboxx I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage A 360 drop farage, shutdown manhattan Bucket low, like fuck it, though Nights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON Nigga I'm a check writer your royalty recievers Y'all eaten off Per Diem, on the low like a cesar Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin' backwards I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON How you want it, my jeans is 300 This ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu Top is rock, you know the rest A big bucket of frozen water on my chest I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON Get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up Or get a gun, a mask an escape route Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house And ma don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON And if your man got you bagging up, it could be worse Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse . |
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