Letra de Jigga That N**** (Live On MTV Unplugged / 2001)
After the show it's the after party then After the party it's the hotel lobby and After the Belve' then it's probably Cris' And after the original it's probably this RO ROC nigga's OK let y'all get up again, feel this this Ro ROC niggas ROC niggas RO ROC niggas Come on the track (duh duh da-da) With a throwback jersey and a fitted Might blow a bag of Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man The Adidas and the Campus Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes 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 whoa Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo's 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 wit y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu She's responding, top is C. Ronson We in Luan 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-two's on the six before I am, killin 'em out there, they needin first aid Cause the boy got more 6's 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 just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants Weight 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 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 wit y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Hov Uh Uh Uh Uh (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Hov (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) (Audience singing) (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) "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 Rastafari's 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, sleigh bed or sofa And the prognosis, sex is explosive Left her with bedsheets, nigga I'm focused man 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 wit y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Hov ROC niggas (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) RO ROC niggas (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) RO ROC Niggas keep it going with me (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) (RO ROC niggas) (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) (RO ROC niggas) (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) RO ROC niggas (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Yeah man Yeah man Throw it up one time for me I love it man I love it Ladies and gentlemen Thanks for coming out this evening Hold on Taking requests in an hour But for now forreal Honestly wanna thank everybody in this building for coming out having fun with us I might do it again, I had a whole bunch of fun Let me just find out if I can do it again don't move No don't move I'm not gonna leave She said I was gonna leave(Jay-Z) Lemme take yall somewhere else right nowLemme get y'all to zone out wit' me, man (Its a'ight, don't be scared) Take y'all niggas left and center (zone out wit') Bullshit I hear the people talk (I hear y'all) Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I'm glad you're mine I hear the people talk (I hear y'all) Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I'm glad you're mine I speak through music, I reach you dudes We can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoes I refuse to lose I peep you creeps three months in advance I see right through ya, Judas! The man that I am and damn you don't know The harder you go at me the harder I flow Let's do this I'm just a mirror reflectin' your image The minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace There's nothin' to it Pull hammers from my waist We can clap at this amateur pace If that's what's crackin' Or we can play this on "All Madden" Can you even fathom not havin' a fear in the world I'm cool in my afterlife If I'm readin' these chapters right Please what have you, I breeze through Matthews Bleed if I have to, you cowards die a thousand deaths Fake fucks face-down on your housing steps Are y'all even gettin' this message? I ain't bein' aggressive But if you testin' my life then, shit, I gotta answer Gotta cut off the cancer, young'n, pull your pants up You gettin' too big for ya britches You fuckin' wit' a dude that did it wit' digits Breathing's a privilege Don't you know when you're defeated? Won't you though? Throw in the towel I'm better with vowels I'm a man of principles; damn-near invincible In my own mind now that my soul's aligned I didn't know before now my role's defined: Take hold and control what's mine Come and get me! Come and take my life, you comin' wit me Come and try to take me for granted I'll take you off this planet Dammit, man this is the gift from God This ain't happenstance And your arms are too short to box Plus we knuckle up unorthodox You can't take me off my grind, get off my cock Whatchu thought? It's the Roc I hear the... (I hear the ...) Back in the mix of the scuffle Since '86 I was sick with the hustle (Woo!) Get a couple of chicks to touch you (Woo!) Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers Heh-heh Thought I was playin' but you niggas'll stop now I ain't gotta sell another record in my life The Blueprint 2, baby! (Mm-hmm) See y'all in November (Oh shit!) I hear the people talk (C'mon) Yes sir and when you walk (C'mon) Your kind is hard to find Darling, I'm Darling, I'm Darling, I'm