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Testo What More Can I Say - Jay-Z

Testo della canzone What More Can I Say (Jay-Z), tratta dall'album The Black Album

Are you not entertained
Are you not entertained
Is this not why you are here
Uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru, let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money
My nigga
Brooklyn, stand up
There's never been a nigga
This good for this long
This hood or this pop
This hot or this strong
With so many different flows
This one's for this song
The next one I switch up
This one will get bit up
These fucks, too lazy to
Make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures
They just, trace me
You know what
Soon they forget where they plucked
Their whole style from then
Try to reverse the outcome
I'm like taa
I'm not a biter, I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a big verse
I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough plus I know
My own flow is foolish
So them rings and things
You sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when
The barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers
Dual seaters, few divas
What more can I tell you
(Look at my life)
Let me spell it for you
WI double lle
Nobody truer than hov
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister
Back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I gave this up to you
I know this much is true
True my love
What more can I say to you
You heard it all
(See what I see)
You already know what I'm about
Flyin' birds down south
Movin' wet off the step
Purple rain in a drought
Stuntin' on hoes
Brushin' off my shirt
But ain't nothin' on my clothes
Cept my chain, my name
Young ho pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol
I make payroll
Benz paid for, friends they roll
Private jets down
To Turks and Caicos
Cris' caseloads
I don't give a shit
Nigga, one life to live
I can't let a day go
By without me bein' fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys
I'm 30-plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans
Nigga, button-ups
Sdots on my feet
Make my cipher complete
What more can I say
(Look at my life)
Guru, play the beat
My nigga, hahahaha, woo
We gon' let this ride into the hook
I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you
(See what I see)
Get my grown man on
Let's go
(What more can I say)
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I gave this up to you
I know this much is true
True my love
What more can I say to you
You heard it all
Now you know your ass is
Willie when they got you in the mag
For like half a billy and
Your ass ain't lily-White
That mean that shit
You write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn, if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like
I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart
That's far from jewish
Far from a harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin' it
This ain't the show
I'm just eqin' it
One two and I won't stop abusin' it
To groupie girls stop false accusin' it
Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem
Houston hah
What up b they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even p e
(Look at my life)
I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me
So picture me lettin' these
Clowns nitpick at me
(See what I see)
Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss tt in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze into your forehead
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint that'll
Knock your points off
Young hova the God
Nigga, blast for me
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care
Pound for pound, I'm the best
To ever come around here
Excludin' nobody
Look what I embody
The soul of a hustler
I really ran the street
A ceo's mind, that marketin' plan was me
And no, I ain't get shot up
A whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in
A whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like, say
A busta rhymes
(Look at my life)
But the real shit you get
When you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat
Abunch of times
Times that by my influence
On pop culture
I'm supposed to be
Number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when
I no longer exist
Fuck this man
What more can I say



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Writer(s): Michael Francis Gonzalez
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