Letra de Ghetto Techno [Leak] - JAY-Z

(Feat. [])

I'm a give y'all Ghetto Techno

5 seconds to call your waitresses

Get your patrone, get ya ice buckets, get ya little shaker

Get it together

We going in tonight

If you on that Ace get ready to spray the club

Yeah, gonna need an umbrella tonight (Come on)

I'm going in (Come on)

Five (come on)

Four (I said come on)

Three, Two, One

We make sure we pouring champagne

Marching away our sorrow

'Cause we don't wanna feel the damn pain

I hope I'm hungover tomorrow

'Cause I don't wanna feel a damn thing (Uh uh)

No, I don't wanna feel a damn thing (No No)

Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had

More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man

I be on that Vodka Tonic Twister bomb

I used to mix it with OJ

Drink with me all the time

But now I need it stronger

Got so much on my mind

I said I need it stronger

Got too much on my mind

Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had

More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man

Bring it back!

I'm on my new shit, Ghetto Techno (Uh)

Jimmy Hendrix, I'm so [?]

Southpaw, I'm an outlaw

Ace of Spades coming out of my pours

Peep the words coming out of my mouth

Ball harder than me, not in my house

Y'all not in my league

So when I come in the club get em outta my seats

Blank checks in my banquet

Black cards and you already now what the name says

You can call me H.O.V I to the E, ah HOV

I bus like Nastransit and y'all fake bust like Pamela Anderson

I ball like an NBA owner

You might boner

Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had

More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man

We make sure we pouring champagne

Marching away our sorrow

'Cause we don't wanna feel the damn pain

I hope I'm hungover tomorrow

'Cause I don't wanna feel a damn thing (Uh Uh)

No, I don't wanna feel a damn thing (No No)

Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had

More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man

Hold up! Bring it back!

Black diamonds in my neck glow (Uh)

Lights bouncing off my chain like a disco

Got me back to the old me

I'm in the club getting bucket after bucket like Kobe

In the clubs I MC

I bring models to the table like ING

Honeys white but she dance black

Had to ask lil broad how she dance like that (Uh)

Me I'm doing me I'm just going hard

Table full of Ace like a deck of cards

[?] rollin green up

We got one up looking like a Loc with the meaner

But I ain't doing nothing that can get back

I know half the club wanna twitter that

Tweet tweet, I smell the bird and the rap

But I ain't doing nothing but

Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass

Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had

More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man

Bring it back!

Johnny Patrone haha, we got em

Ey I need a medusalum

Not a magnum

I need a medusalum

I need a bottle as tall as a 6 year old

Get ready

Ah ha (Uh)

Ah ha (Yeah, yeah)

Ghetto Techno

Ghetto Techno

Ghetto Techno

Ghetto Techno

Ghetto Techno (Uh)

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