Jay-Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder Lyrics
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map[Verse Three][Chorus + Chorus Two]No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for realI paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is cleanAt the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screenwith a boss ***** of course S.C. on the sleeveIn case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillinNow, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceilingNow fifty-two bars come it, now you feel 'emBut like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealinKeep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test yaTryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessirI just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a RoverYour homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda[Verse Two]You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder[Chorus Two][Chorus]I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the RocLike a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the blockNigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the blockCame from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the potsBut all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make itAll the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makinAll the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leaninStab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaminMiddle finger to the LAW, nigga grip I'm a bossFeelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forcedTryin to hustle some things, that go with the PorscheI probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force[Verse One]If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders offLadies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders offNiggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told youGet that dirt off ya shoulder[Chorus: Jay-Z]I got you, yeahTim, you can go and brush your shoulder off niggaTurn the music up in the headphonesYou're now tuned into the muh'*****in greatestMe and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'BachI'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rapI ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that blackI drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out itAs the best rapper alive nigga aks' about meFrom Bricks to Billboards, from grams to GrammysThe O's to opposite, Orphan AnnieYou gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a dayI'm like a young Marvin in his hey'I'm a hustler homey, you a customer cronyGot some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?[Chorus + Chorus Two]You're now tuned into the muh'*****in greatestBest rapper alive, best rapper alive
