Jay-z Return Lyrics

Return Lyrics

Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?

An' I'm about to bring y'all some history

We got the Best of Both Worlds

An' I got the Get Fresh Crew, Doug Fresh

One, two, three, come on



Mirror, mirror on the wall

Whose is the freshest of them all?

I love 'em all but none of y'all is Doug E. as me

An' the boy, Kelly with the suicide doors, fuck 'em all



We got hits like a thirty shot clip

When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor

Holla at your boy, boys

When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys



I ain't a lame on them Dana Dane's

We give you nightmares, when the year change, we change

Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank

We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain

We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing

That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings



Meetin' Michelle at the hotel

While Jay an' Tone on the way to the after party

Got the ladies sayin', '€œOh'€?

Best of Both Worlds an' we rock the club, youknowhatimsayin?

Boy HO, Kells, we not playin'

Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win



An' win again, like deja vu

Then we win again, like M.J. do

Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue

Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move



In this arena, arena

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls

It's the return of Best of Both Worlds



In this arena, arena

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls

It's the return of Best of Both Worlds



Well once upon a time, they left the glove an' the star, kid

He swore he was the man but he was nothin' but garbage

Let me re-phrase that, bubblin' with pride

Did have skills but he was ugly inside



Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the nonsense

Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience

Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash

Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class



Even let a gay Jew man tack his Jheri

Then got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy

Swindlin', forgot the God above him

Finally fan base trinklin' down to nothin'



No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break

Bitter an' evil, didn't learn from his mistake

The moral of the story is 'Don't be a pair of knickers

Be good, boys an' girls an' you can be as great as Rick is'



In this arena, arena

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls

It's the return of Best of Both Worlds



In this arena, arena

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls

The remixes, the remix yo, track masters, c'mon



My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue

It took half the pay an' now my life is filled with rainy days

But I stashed some dough, how much you'll ever know

It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells an' Jay-Z