Jay-Z Feat. Kid Capri

Jay-Z Feat. Kid Capri - It's Like That lyrics

rate me

Yeah, watch this, y'all

Watch this, y'all

C'mon, Jigga, watch this, y'all

C'mon, Roc-A-Fella, y'all

It's Kid Capri an' Jay-Z

It's Jay-Z an Kid Capri

'Cause I'm like that, yo, yeah

I'm really like that

As a young'un dumbin', gun in the waist

Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain

An' had to numb it with base

Couldn't drink the Henny straight

I needed somethin' to chase

Nowadays, I throw shots back, leavin' nuttin' to waste

Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin' in place

Gettin' nowhere fast, a whole year done past

I vowed to never stop winnin' 'til the earth stop spinnin'

Rock hot linen, cop hot cars an' hot women

If it's not him, then you got it confused

Y'all not rememberin'

My motto is simply 'I will not lose'

Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used

Wit bodies on it, let me know, anybody want it?

I'm raised, ill rational, way misunderstood

If you ain't live like I live, been one with the hood

I done what I could to come up with this paper

'Til this day still, run with the hood

Guess, it's part of my nature

If hell awaits a nigga, I'm comin' with the razors

Still flashin' ya shit, try to pass me in a six

Type classy on the wrists, every bit of 30 karats

This is not a game, this is not why I came

May these words find a spot on your brain an' burn

Then I recycle my life, I shall return

How tight is your flow? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

How right is your dough? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

How white is your blow? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

Only write what you know 'cause I'm like that

How tight is your flow? 'Cause like that, yo

How right is your dough? Just like that

How white is your blow? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

Only write what you know, just watch this, yo

I'm a hop skip an' a jump from grippin' the pump

Spittin' a couple of curse words an' hittin' you chump

Shit, I get digits in lumps

I'm a motherfuckin' problem, is this what you want?

Over-achiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba

In reefer paper, I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper

'Cause I go in ya deeper, I only bone divas

Impregnate the world when I cum through your speakers

Fuck hot, my records got the fever

Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up

I creep up when the beef heats up

Caught him with his feet up an' shoes off

'Bout to snooze off

Hatin' 'cause you can't turn the booze off

You dudes is too soft, why I don't fuck with you all

I might bark your ex an' spit at the locks

But other than that I don't be fuckin' with cats

Just me. Ty an' B.I., thug it like that

E, Dame an' Biggs, what's fuckin' with that?

Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin' for that

Other than a couple of slugs in ya back

Rappers, y'all runnin' around like I won't gun ya down

Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around

Lord, accept this offerin', here's somethin' for your crown

I meant no malice, I just met his challenge an' won

How tight is your flow? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

How right is your dough? Just like that, yo

How white is your blow? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

Only write what you know, I'm just like that

How tight is your flow? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

How right is your dough? Just like that, yo

How white is your blow? 'Cause I'm like that, yo

Only write what you know, just like that

How tight is your flow?

How right is your dough?

How white is your blow?

Only write what you know

How tight is your flow?

How right is your dough?

How white is your blow?

Only write what you know

Girls an' guns, all I want

Stock exchange, rocks an' thangs

Girls an' guns, all I want

Stock exchange, rocks an' thangs

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