Intro: It's back on (Yes) You know how Lil Yola do it, man You already know It's ya boy Charlay, Jay Coke, Lil Yola Verse 1: Charlay Charlay, Jay Coke
mehr? Es sind 257, Jay, Fave. Wir sind Akk! Junge, wir sind cool, wie Kiev. Ihr seid G's, nur Movie - G's. 257, Jay, Fave. Junge wir sind was, wir sind
me Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me [Verse One] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown Coke
Man speaks with a drunken slur] [phone ringing] [Curtis:] Hello? [Jay-Ski:] Yo, may I speak to Curtis? [Curtis:] Curtis? Yeah, this me! [Jay-Ski:] Yo
this one's closed So now here's one open But there's one next door Here's the one we want Cause Jay's been in here before "Three chicken rolls And a diet coke
leave it alone I kill you or suicide you You had a choice before they flew inside you The best rapper alive, you better ask around I got coke in a hole
I run this rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the best Jay
as one of the best when I leave why does it seem like I'm not even put up in the same category as other emcees? so when Weezy says that he's better than Jay
Up In That But When They Say One Of The Best, I'm Nowhere Thought Up As That Not Even The Same Leage As Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie Or Maybe The Name Me
rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) [Verse:] They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the best Jay
never knew that being broke was bad Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga From putting that coke in them bags That was
Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap Cuz it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not
Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt It aint shit for me to keep it gangster on minds The pile of coke
and no loyalty left Learn ya lesson, the hood shot rich porter to death Only the hood die young, rest in peace to Jam Masta Jay, Biggie and Pac And all
take you somewhere Vibe with me, c'mon [Jay-Z] Now me and my lil' mama, Kita and Tata Juan and Dez out in San Tropez Jay round in Gabana, sneakin marijuana
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
with heavy bags Cause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags! [Verse One: Jay-Z] We arose, let's go "So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin
