Young Chris - n***a Please lyrics

[Pharrell (Jay Z)] What, uh, c'mon.. uh Keep the change, my n***a, it's too late (Uh, uh, young, Neptunes) (Young Chris) It's too late for that (Young Chris) Don't gotta to spit that game Keep the change, my n***a, it's too late for that (ROC in the building) Keep the change, my n***a, it's too late for that (Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars) Keep the change, my n***a, it's too late for that (Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, b**h holla) [Hook: Pharrell (Jay Z)] My n***a, please - you ain't signin' no checks like these My n***a, please - you pushin' no wheels like these My n***a, please - you ain't holdin' no techs like these My n***a, please - you don't pop open vests like these (My n***a please, uh-huh, uh This my world, pimp stroll, let's do this) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] n***a please, you ain't start out from your trunk Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk n***a please, chumps don't tour like us You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus n***a please, you ain't got your neck all froze With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes n***a please, you don't be getting no hoes With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messin with cheap chicks n***a please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans Manolo Blahnik, I'm goin through they body like an ultrasonic You ain't got 'em blowin no chronic Divine intervention, y'all can't prevent me from shinin n***a please, I been around the world I damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world n***a please, you can't even hold my shoes I got wannabes who wanna be me that sound better than you [Hook] + ad libs [Verse Two: Jay-Z] Ahhh! Pimp strollin on 'em Black diamonds, rose goldin on 'em, paper foldin on 'em Snuck pa** the dog noses with the Folger's on 'em Ki's, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em Snitch got pinched but he told it on him Lawyers got it adjourned, 'til I squoze em on him There's no witnesses, it's no holdin on him Just George Jefferson strollin on 'em, uhh n***a please, this is me, this is real as it be My, videos is like Real TV That chick, that's me, that 6, that's me That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea n***a please [Hook] + ad libs [Verse Three: Young Chris] Yo, yo n***a please, y'all ain't seein no checks like these (no) Y'all don't run up in record labels demandin respect like we Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we Y'all coach cla**, y'all never private jet like we My n***a please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us Ay, y'all ain't bein like us, cause y'all don't see it like us They move the D's when they rush My n***a please, they must be on E's and dust Them n***as F'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us My n***a please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem n***a please, somebody must've ga**ed your team Think a n***a outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen) My n***a please [Hook] + ad libs [Pharrell] Amazin man, got your Elvis soul I made my money! I don't trouble the law I keep the womens around I drive the gremlins crazy You wanna know the time? Better have your shades, see My n***a please [Hook] + ad libs