Jay-Z - Jigga That Nigga Lyrics
Roc-a-fella yall[jay] its the roc!Jigga, jigga, that nigga jigga[jay] r.o., r.o.c. niggaz, r.o.Jigga, jigga, that nigga jigga[jay] hov! r.o.c. niggaz, r.o., whoo!Jigga, jigga, that nigga jigga[jay] its hov! r.o.c. niggazJay-z..[jay-z]Come on the track duh duh da-daWith a throwback jersey and a fittedMight blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ixOr might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, Im so sick widditLampin in the hamptons, the weekends manThe stan smith adidas and the campersOr playin guts on the cruise, hermes bow shoesThe izod bucket on Im so old schoolYellow wrist watch, gucci flip flopsSix top model chicks, who is this hot?J-a, ladies help me say it nowY-z, mami why you playin with me?Ride with me, get high as meIts how its supposed to be, when you rollin with gs, hov!Back up in this ***** like whoaJigga get this whole shit jumpin like six-fos[chorus](hov!) v is i, and I am him(jigga, jigga, that nigga jigga!)Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims(jigga, jigga, that nigga jigga!)And if yall got love for me I got love for yall(jigga, jigga, that nigga jigga!)And if yall go to war for me I go to war wit yall(jigga, jigga, that nigga jigga!)[jay-z]Hov! and so I breeze through, jeans is evisuShes respondin, top of c. bronsonWe in luan (whoo!) gettin our groove onBuyin out the bar, on our way to spaShe never seen a hundred on the wrist beforeNever seen twenty-twos on the 6 beforeI am, killin em out there, they needin first aidCause the boy got more 6s than first gradeThe crib got, killer views and square feetYou have to film mtv cribs for a weekSo, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave youRight where you stand, nah I dont wanna dance (Im good)I just wanna see whats in your frankie v pantsWaist is low enough to let your waist showTop like a rock star, I got a fast carWe can cruise the city, doin above sixty[chorus][jay-z]He did it again! haters no likeBut they gotta ***** with it cause the flows so tightGnarly dude! I puff bob marley dudeAll day, like rastafaris doNow Im stuck to the point I could hardly moveYou *****in up my high, dont bother me dudeBut red rover, send your hoes overShe can do whatever, sip somethin with sodaShe can leave whenever, sip somethin with hovaWe can play however, slay bed or sofaAnd the prognosis, sex is explosiveLeft her with wet bedsheets, nigga Im focused[chorus][jay-z]R.o., r.o.c. niggaz..R.o.c. niggaz(roc-a-fella yall!)
