Letra de Jigga That Nigga - JAY-Z

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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)

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

(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)

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

(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)

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

(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

R-O, R-O-C, niggas

R-O-C, niggas

(Roc-A-Fella, y'all)

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