JAY-Z — Jigga That Nigga

[Intro] みなさんJay-Zのようになりたいよ 彼はすごいかっこいいけど、周り全然楽しんでないよ Roc-A-Fella, y'all It's the Roc (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) R-O, R-O-C, niggas, R-O (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) Hov, R-O-C, niggas, R-O, woo (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) It's Hov, R-O-C, niggas (Jay-Z) [Verse 1] Come on the track like duh-duh-duh-duh With a throwback jersey and a fitted Might blow a bag of Hershey in the siddix Or might take sips of Army with a chiddick, I'm so sick with it Lampin' in the Hamptons The weekends, man, the Stan Smith Adidas and the Campus Or playin' guts on the cruise, Hermès boat shoes The Izod bucket on, I'm so old-school Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops Six top model chicks, who is this hot? J-A, ladies, help me say it now Y-Z, mami, why you playin' with me? Ride with me, get high as me It's how it's supposed to be when you rollin' with G's, Hov Back up in this bitch like woah Jigga get this whole shit jumpin' like six-fours [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 y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) And if y'all go to war for me, I go to war with y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) [Verse 2] Hov, and so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu She's respondin', top is C. Ronson We in Luan (Woo), gettin' our groove on Buyin' out the bar, on our way to Spa' She never seen a hundred on the wrist before Never seen twenty-twos on the six before I am killin' 'em out there, they needin' first aid 'Cause the boy got more sixes than first grade The crib got killer views and square feet You have to film MTV Cribs for a week So sleep if you need to, mami, I will leave you Right where you stand, nah, I don't wanna dance (I'm good) I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants Waist is low enough to let your waist show Top like a rock star, I got a fast car We can cruise the city doin' a buck-sixty [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 y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) And if y'all go to war for me, I go to war with y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) [Verse 3] He did it again, haters no like But they gotta fuck with it, 'cause the flow's so tight Gnarly, dude, I puff Bob Marley, dude All day like Rastafaris do Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me, dude But Red Rover, send your hoes over She can do whatever, sip somethin' with soda She can leave whenever, sip somethin' with Hova We can play however, slay bed or sofa And the prognosis, sex is explosive Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga, I'm focused [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 y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) And if y'all go to war for me, I go to war with y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga), woah [Outro] R-O, R-O-C, niggas R-O-C, niggas (Roc-A-Fella, y'all)