Jay-z - Jigga That n***a lyrics

Roc-A-Fella y'all [Jay] It's the Roc! Jigga, Jigga, that n***a Jigga [Jay] R.O., R.O.C. n***az, R.O. Jigga, Jigga, that n***a Jigga [Jay] Hov'! R.O.C. n***az, R.O., whoo! Jigga, Jigga, that n***a Jigga [Jay] It's Hov'! R.O.C. n***az Jay-Z.. [Jay-Z] Come on the track duh duh da-da With a throwback jersey and a fitted Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes The Izod bucket on I'm so old school Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops Six top model chicks, who is this hot? J-A, ladies help me say it now Y-Z, mami why you playin with me? Ride with me, get high as me It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'! Back up in this b**h like whoa Jigga get this whole b**h jumpin like six-fo's [Chorus] (Hov'!) V is I, and I am him (Jigga, Jigga, that n***a Jigga!) Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims (Jigga, Jigga, that n***a Jigga!) And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that n***a Jigga!) And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that n***a Jigga!) [Jay-Z] Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu She's respondin, top of C. Bronson We in Luan (whoo!) gettin our groove on Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa' She never seen a hundred on the wrist before Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before I am, k**in 'em out there, they needin first aid Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade The crib got, k**er views and square feet You have to film MTV Cribs for a week So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good) I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants Waist is low enough to let your waist show Top like a rock star, I got a fast car We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty [Chorus] [Jay-Z] "He did it again!" Haters no like But they gotta f** with it cause the flow's so tight Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude All day, like Rastafari's do Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move You f**in up my high, don't bother me dude But Red Rover, send your hoes over She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda She can leave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova We can play HOWEVER, slay bed or sofa And the prognosis, s** is explosive Left her with wet bedsheets, n***a I'm focused [Chorus] [Jay-Z] R.O., R.O.C. n***az.. R.O.C. n***az (Roc-A-Fella y'all!)