(say what? uhh) Touch me with, a smile that glows(yeah) I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh) [Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown) A year
Översättning: Jay-Z. (Alltid att vara min) Sunshine.
The reason why We could have had the moon and the sky You'll always know The reason why this love, reason why this love Ain't gon' let you go [Verse 3: Jay-Z
my hands up high, high, high, high Silly little vixen, mixes ?til morning Not swerving, oh, yeah Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion Stop motion, ooh, yeah [Jay-Z
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Ay , yo It took 8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather
Let's just - f*** all night! Yeah (Jay-Z) Until we both start yawnin (Ph.W.) Yeah (Jay-Z) To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin (Ph.W.) Yeah (Jay-Z) Until
a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons. I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael. You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie
my dawg Tom and we be listening to Kanye jay z man you know every body basically and it's crazy now cuz I do business with them. You know people always
up high (High, high, high) (Silly little vixen, mixes 'til mornin') (Not swervin', ohh, yeah) (Swore you never strolled on a bottle of that potion) (Stop motion, ooh, yeah) (Jay-Z
me and I say hello brooklyn (Verse 3-Jay-Z) Brooklyn you crazy look how you made me razor blades in my mouth walking 'round behaving or demented black hoodies and timerlanded always
On and off the mic, I always set trends Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin' Jay-Z and short
y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby Jay-Z
her mouth Boy I'm a take 'em, I'm a take 'em to the South Where them schools got classics like Jay-Z's "Reasonable Doubt? Pit is always reppin' for
I got a house on the hill right next to Jay-Z And girl I'm trying to put you in it I want lay your body down on the California king Where's your bank
Lou sandles Let me, whip your tears with my G-unit bandanna Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin' 'em It's 'Me and my girlfriend' like Tupac and them Jay-z
and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do relate If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce How you hard? The cops lettin' 50 shots off Baby Jay-Z
