Jay-z F- Kid Capri It`s Like That Lyrics

It`s Like That Lyrics

[Jay Z] 

 

 Yeah un huh watch this y'all come on watch this y'all Jigga 

 Roc a fella ya'll uhhhh come on yea ! 

 

 [Kid Capri} 

 

 It's Kid Capri and Jay Z It's Kid Capri and Jay Z 

 Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo ! 

 

 Verse One: Jay Z 

 

 

 As a young and dumb man gun in the waist 

 Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain 

 And had to numb it with baste 

 Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase 

 I needed something to chase 

 Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste 

 Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place 

 Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past 

 I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin 

 Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women 

 If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering, 

 My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules, 

 I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ? 

 I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood, 

 If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood 

 I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still 

 Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ? 

 Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit 

 Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist 

 Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game 

 This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain 

 And burn, then I recycle my life 

 I shall return 

 

 Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z 

 

 [Woman] 

 

 How tight is your flow ? 

 

 [Jay-Z] 

 

 Cause I'm like that yo ! 

 

 [Woman] 

 

 How right is your dough ? 

 

 [Jay-Z] 

 

 Cause I'm like that yo ! 

 

 [Woman] 

 

 How white is your blow ? 

 

 [Jay-Z] 

 

 Cause I'm like that yo ! 

 

 

 [Woman] 

 

 Only writers you know 

 

 [Jay-Z] 

 

 Cause I'm like that 

 

 Verse 2: Jay-Z 

 

 I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump 

 Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump 

 Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want


 ? 

 Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva, 

 And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper 

 Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas 

 Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha] 

 Fuck hot my records got the fever 

 Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up 

 I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up 

 And shoes off, bout to snooze off 

 Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off 

 You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all 

 I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks 

 But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats 

 Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs 

 What's fuckin with that ? 

 Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that 

 Other then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh] 

 Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down 

 Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around 

 Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown 

 I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one 

 

 Chorus : Repeat 3x 

 

 [Jay-Z]: Repeat 2x til fade 

 

 Girls and guns, all i want 

 stock exchange, rocks and thangs