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Versuri Jay-Z - Bring it on

[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherf***kers
F***n talkin that comeback s***t like they cookin crack
S***t I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherf***ker
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down p***y from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
F***k a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so f***k college
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with cristals, get f***ked with pistols
just to see my s***t, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

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