Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Can't Get With That Lyrics

[Jay-Z]

 Yeah!!

 Check it, check it out

 Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat

 

 [Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)]

 

 I can't get with that

 I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this

 

 [Jay-Z]

 Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down

 More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now

 With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be

 Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z

 Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that

 Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back

 I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack

 Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back

 Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever

 I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together

 I give you a snotty nose from body blows

 Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios

 I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours

 One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours

 Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it

 No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Jay-Z]

 The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress

 Cause just around the corner beez the best player

 You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth

 You better blow that shhhiiitt out

 The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat

 I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?

 You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw

 You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me

 Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy

 And we all gotta fall off, but you first G

 I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell 

 before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass

 We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6

 While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits

 Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out

 Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Jay-Z]

 Ha-hah

 This how we do

 All year round, this is how it goes down

 Now check it out

 

 I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?

 My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds

 So I bought a money machine and it goes

 A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough

 How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?

 I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath

 You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash

 Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich

 This nigga's nothin but the truth

 Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so

 my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip

 like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight

 I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples

 And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo

 It goes, one dime for your mind

 Two bone crushers for your spine

 Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

 

 [Chorus: repeat 2X]

 

 Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five

 with a little help along, c'mon

 Sacue Money defintly repesentin

 Big Jaz in the house

 Superman production type shit