Jay‐Z feat. Juvenile Snoopy Track Lyrics

Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Hova Song (intro)
  • 2 So Ghetto
  • 3 Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)
  • 4 Dope Man
  • 5 Things That U Do
  • 6 It's Hot (Some Like It Hot)
  • 7 Snoopy Track
  • 8 S. Carter
  • 9 Pop 4 Roc
  • 10 Watch Me
  • 11 Big Pimpin'
  • 12 There's Been a Murder
  • 13 Come and Get Me
  • 14 NYMP
  • 15 Hova Song (outro)
  • 16 Anything / Jigga My Nigga / Girl's Best Friend
  • Bounce
    Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha
    Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh
    This for my hustlers, uh-huh
    And for the *****es, yeah

    Yo, yo
    This is for my *****z down in Houston on candy paint
    All my *****z in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
    All my *****z in the A-T-L throwin dem bones
    All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at me
    It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
    Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
    All the haters eat a **** they wanna see you brok-er
    I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
    All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
    Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself
    I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin into a tizzy
    So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy
    May God protect my soul, angels walk with me
    First do the flow sickly, *****z is so shifty
    The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me
    I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
    What the ****?

    You know, we ride
    All day, all night
    Pop Crist, shoot dice
    **** hoes, for life
    You know, we ride
    All day, all night
    Pop Crist, shoot dice
    **** hoes, for life

    This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they clothes
    All them money makin honeys that slide down the poles
    All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0
    All the baby mamas across the globe; aiyyo
    I like my women friends feminine
    I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem.. ****!
    I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed
    With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it
    I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada
    I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
    I ****ed a few groupies, in a few hoopties
    I got em iceberg **** they thought I knew Snoopy
    I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
    They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here"
    I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
    I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young *****
    Forget it I'm the don

    You know, we ride
    All day, all night
    Pop Crist, shoot dice
    **** hoes, for life
    You know, we ride
    All day, all night
    Pop Crist, shoot dice
    **** hoes, for life

    Wha-What?
    This is for my dice shooters, cats doin life
    By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin alright
    Who got em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
    Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin up
    Who **** is big pimpin? See the flow different
    I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em
    I keep rappers talkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em
    Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence
    You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough
    Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
    Keep the flow Hovah; icy neck, cold shoulder
    Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
    It's "The Roc"

    You know, we ride
    All day, all night
    Pop Crist, shoot dice
    **** hoes, for life
    You know, we ride
    All day, all night
    Pop Crist, shoot dice
    **** hoes, for life
    You know, we ride
    All day, all night

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