Jay-z Encore Lyrics

Encore Lyrics

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

[Chorus]
Now can
I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for
one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin
for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make
some noise

[Verse One]
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me
that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all
mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm,
young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break
bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the
blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But
when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand
closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find
doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see
you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE
GENERATIONS

[Chorus - 1/2]

{What the hell are you waiting
forrrr?}

[Verse Two]
[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I
made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first
come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look
how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that
matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status
appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I
come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's
to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to
smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember
one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to
sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to
scream, 'til your lungs get sore

[Interlude]
OWWWW! It's star
time
This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want
more of the Jigga man?
Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
Then I
need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
Say Hova, c'mon say
it!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? [crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"]
Are
y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin
bout
They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!

[Jay-Z]
I like the
way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
(Whoaaaaaahhhh,
whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Yeah [crowd still chanting]
okay

[Verse Three]
So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm
lea-vin, that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one
point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two
You wanted to
gain attention new dudes
I can get you BET and TRL too
You wanna be in
the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain't budgin!
Young did it
to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I couldn't cut
it
Now look at me, all star-studded
Golfer above par like I putted
All
cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this?
You
want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then
you got' spit
A little somethin like this, WOO!

{What the hell are
you waiting forrrr?}
[piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly]