Jay-z - Best Of Me (Remix) lyrics

I'm focused man Tell Stout to holla at me man Uh, young Hova, you heard Trackmasters you heard Yo, yes y'all, Jigga man be ballin' Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin' Get the best of you whenever I put my all in Have mamis callin, for the Lord, darlin' Jigga in call and a** drop Coupes with half the top, dispose half my knot N**** mad when I brag about the cash I got But I'm used to not havin' a lot I'm from the gutter and uh I ain't the type to ever chase your boss I'm the type to interior decorate the watch I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block In every state and block, word, Jigga's the hurt holla Your lips are telling me yes, while you're kissin' on my neck Makin' me feel so, should I stay, should I go, I don't know Your hot boy style drives me wild But in the back of mind I know Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I can't let you get The best of me Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I can't let you get The best of me The best of me The best of me Conversation ain't what, big thighs got you stuck Feelings startin' to show, should I stay, should I go, I don't know You're drivin' me crazy, I wanna be your lady But I got a man at home Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I can't let you get The best of me Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I can't let you get The best of me The best of me The best of me, oh oh 5-4-3-2-1 Carolina blue kicks, hottest n**** on the block Used to Willie bicycle since I was 6, uh High school crossover, wave to wave picks Music ain't the same sh**, gave away hits So ma get it together or forget it forever When I go at you hard I can get it through leather You act like Jigga can't get at whoever Talkin' you got a man, okay ma and That's high school, makin' me chase you 'round for months Have an affair, act like an adult for once Plus my hand is up your skirt, god**** you flirt What's a little me on top gon' hurt, maybe a little but Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes And you look like the "I-Like-It-Rough" type We can crush tonight, tell me what you like I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice, get right (Young Hova) Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I can't let you get The best of me Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I can't let you get The best of me Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot Trackmaster Mister Tone