Jay-z - Everything's a Go lyrics

[Just Blaze] Just Blaze! [Hook - Memphis Bleek] Everything's a go! And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels And it's real, everything's a go! New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason Everything's a go! Squad in the club wit me Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack Told me meet her at the spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go! [Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek] Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu A little bit of that, wan-tan soup From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh! But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho Not from rap, when I used to f** wit Pancho I'm in the cla**, all by myself Now you haters wanna crowd my space Hundred grand all in your face, motherf**er better fix ya face For they bu*terfly-stich ya face If ya b**h outta line, put the b**h in place If the record sound just, get the blaze, n***a Put in back, on the block for motherf**ers The ROC get hot, let 'em scream "It's the ROC, in ya area!" You better warn ya folks They hate to see a real clique, but now [Hook] w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs) [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] Highest paid act, highest paid to rap I advance myself, and pay myself back Ha, man you gotta love that When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that k** a n***a for the scrilla man I'm not above that [Memphis Bleek] Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it back You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat Booooy! you now tuned into the greatest Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us n***a it's nothin, my crew and half dozens That's cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins Booooy! and get ya mind right n***a We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light n***a Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like n***a Groupie men, we put on UPN [Hook] [Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek] One - thug in the club, two - models to go Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro Five shots to draw, my six hits took off Seven you make Heaven, or eight - everything's a go! Mami got that ice in ya drink Long legs short skirt, what you mean - everything's a go! My thugs outdie of the club wit Timbs Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin in (Everything's a go!) n***a I'm back for, I'm willin to clap boy You holdin me back for - go! I - spring into ac-tion, Brooklyn I'm back for I'm bringin it back boys cause.. [Hook]