歌曲 | Coming Of Age |
歌手 | Jay-Z |
专辑 | Reasonable Doubt |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Vocal:Jay-Z/Memphis Bleek | |
[Jay-Z] | |
Yeah... | |
Come experience... life as we know it | |
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah | |
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn | |
Actions... well, y'all know the actions | |
Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks | |
He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock | |
He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin | |
to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and | |
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils | |
He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal | |
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear | |
then it's just enough for re-up again | |
I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's | |
to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace | |
That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael | |
where I'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun | |
We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green | |
I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen | |
Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone | |
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on | |
[Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek] | |
It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) | |
Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) | |
It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) | |
Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) | |
[Memphis Bleek] | |
I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up | |
in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name | |
I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better | |
like my man reclined in plush leather seats | |
He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls | |
sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all | |
I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me | |
If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see | |
I'm tired of bein out here round the clock | |
and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay | |
I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check | |
I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets | |
Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum | |
and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come | |
I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence | |
just give me the word | |
[Chorus] | |
[JZ] Hey fella I been watchin you clockin | |
[MB] Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin | |
You the man nigga now stop frontin | |
[JZ] Hahahh I like your style | |
[MB] Nah, I like YO' style | |
[JZ] Let's drive around awhile | |
[MB] Cool nigga | |
[JZ] Here's a thou' | |
[MB] A G? I ride witchu for free | |
I want the longterm riches and bitches | |
[JZ] Have it all; now listen to me | |
You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame | |
Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same | |
[MB] On the low? | |
[JZ] Yeah, the only way to blow | |
You let your shit bubble quietly | |
[MB] AND THEN YOU BLOW! | |
[JZ] Hey keep your cool | |
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand | |
Then you play your cards | |
[MB] Then he through dealin I understand | |
[JZ] Don't blow your dough on hotties | |
[MB] The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts | |
and won't break em for nobody! | |
[JZ] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start | |
[MB] From now until death do us part... | |
[Chorus 2X] |
Vocal: JayZ Memphis Bleek | |
JayZ | |
Yeah... | |
Come experience... life as we know it | |
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah | |
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn | |
Actions... well, y' all know the actions | |
Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks | |
He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock | |
He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin | |
to honies hawkin I' m the hottest nigga in New York and | |
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils | |
He wanna, run with me, I know this kid' ll be loyal | |
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear | |
then it' s just enough for reup again | |
I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi' s | |
to Guess to Versace, now it' s diamonds like Liberace | |
That' s just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael | |
where I' m from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun | |
We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green | |
I can help shorty blow out like AfroSheen | |
Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone | |
That little nigga' s peeps, it' s time to put him on | |
Chorus: JayZ and Memphis Bleek | |
It' s time to come up and hold my own weight, defend my crown | |
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand my ground | |
It' s time to come up stick up my chest, and make some loot | |
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two | |
Memphis Bleek | |
I' m out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up | |
in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name | |
I' m out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better | |
like my man reclined in plush leather seats | |
He' s sellin weight, I' m sellin eight... balls | |
sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y' all | |
I ain' t gon' sweat him I' ma let him come to me | |
If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see | |
I' m tired of bein out here round the clock | |
and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay | |
I' m stayin fresh, so chickens check | |
I' m tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets | |
Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum | |
and stunned I' m waitin for my day to come | |
I got the urge, to splurge, I don' t wanna lifetime sentence | |
just give me the word | |
Chorus | |
JZ Hey fella I been watchin you clockin | |
MB Who me holdin down this block it ain' t nothin | |
You the man nigga now stop frontin | |
JZ Hahahh I like your style | |
MB Nah, I like YO' style | |
JZ Let' s drive around awhile | |
MB Cool nigga | |
JZ Here' s a thou' | |
MB A G? I ride witchu for free | |
I want the longterm riches and bitches | |
JZ Have it all now listen to me | |
You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame | |
Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same | |
MB On the low? | |
JZ Yeah, the only way to blow | |
You let your shit bubble quietly | |
MB AND THEN YOU BLOW! | |
JZ Hey keep your cool | |
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand | |
Then you play your cards | |
MB Then he through dealin I understand | |
JZ Don' t blow your dough on hotties | |
MB The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts | |
and won' t break em for nobody! | |
JZ Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start | |
MB From now until death do us part... | |
Chorus 2X |
Vocal: JayZ Memphis Bleek | |
JayZ | |
Yeah... | |
Come experience... life as we know it | |
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah | |
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn | |
Actions... well, y' all know the actions | |
Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks | |
He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock | |
He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin | |
to honies hawkin I' m the hottest nigga in New York and | |
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils | |
He wanna, run with me, I know this kid' ll be loyal | |
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear | |
then it' s just enough for reup again | |
I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi' s | |
to Guess to Versace, now it' s diamonds like Liberace | |
That' s just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael | |
where I' m from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun | |
We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green | |
I can help shorty blow out like AfroSheen | |
Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone | |
That little nigga' s peeps, it' s time to put him on | |
Chorus: JayZ and Memphis Bleek | |
It' s time to come up and hold my own weight, defend my crown | |
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand my ground | |
It' s time to come up stick up my chest, and make some loot | |
Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two | |
Memphis Bleek | |
I' m out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up | |
in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name | |
I' m out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better | |
like my man reclined in plush leather seats | |
He' s sellin weight, I' m sellin eight... balls | |
sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y' all | |
I ain' t gon' sweat him I' ma let him come to me | |
If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see | |
I' m tired of bein out here round the clock | |
and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay | |
I' m stayin fresh, so chickens check | |
I' m tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets | |
Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum | |
and stunned I' m waitin for my day to come | |
I got the urge, to splurge, I don' t wanna lifetime sentence | |
just give me the word | |
Chorus | |
JZ Hey fella I been watchin you clockin | |
MB Who me holdin down this block it ain' t nothin | |
You the man nigga now stop frontin | |
JZ Hahahh I like your style | |
MB Nah, I like YO' style | |
JZ Let' s drive around awhile | |
MB Cool nigga | |
JZ Here' s a thou' | |
MB A G? I ride witchu for free | |
I want the longterm riches and bitches | |
JZ Have it all now listen to me | |
You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame | |
Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same | |
MB On the low? | |
JZ Yeah, the only way to blow | |
You let your shit bubble quietly | |
MB AND THEN YOU BLOW! | |
JZ Hey keep your cool | |
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand | |
Then you play your cards | |
MB Then he through dealin I understand | |
JZ Don' t blow your dough on hotties | |
MB The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts | |
and won' t break em for nobody! | |
JZ Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start | |
MB From now until death do us part... | |
Chorus 2X |