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Song «So Ghetto» von Jay-Z.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1999 12 28 (Album)
Label: Roc-A-Fella 314 546 822
Songwriter Shawn Carter & Chris E. Martin
Produktion: DJ Premier
Genre: Hip-Hop - Gangstarap - Eastcoast

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Jay-Z
Shawn Carter
Chris E. Martin
DJ Premier

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[Intro] Back at'cha How we do Primo, Jigga-Man History in the making Let's go Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh I spit the murder-murder-murderous Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, feel me? Uhh I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh Uh-huh-UHH [Verse 1] Career crook, nobody rep Brooklyn like me Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin' like me Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven Ever since I came through, niggas got the impression Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin' It's hot, flows proving I pack cause my dough's moving My whole crew up in this muh'fucker We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine You'll be wearing a black suit a long time I put your crew in hard bottoms The priest is like, "God's got him He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him" Brandish iron, outlandish buyin' Bentley Coupes, not bragging just simply the truth We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back Back up in D&D on this Preemo track, listen [Hook] I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "Iceberg Slim, baby ride rims" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "You know him well..." "...by the name of Jigga" I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "You can love me or hate me..." "Jay-Z" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down" [Verse 2] Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night I'm fucking with the model chicks Friday night at Life So I'm cruising in the car with this bougie broad She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the du-rag off" Hit a U-turn, "Ma I'm dropping you back off" Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?" Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch Won't change for no paper plus I been rich '88 been hustlin', linen been crushin' 'em Women been fuckin' 'em, huh? You see I live for the love of the street Rap to the ruggedest beats Hall closet cluttered with heat I spit that murder-murder-murder That Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit Furthermore ma We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn Guess I'm just the same old Shawn [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y So it's hard for me to let the larceny die Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards Just two big guns that'll body your squad Cause niggas be schemin' on me, probably y'all Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much Magazines say I'm shallow, I never learned to swim Still they put me on they cover cause I earn for them Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him Cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbalist Iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace" I'm ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders I'm hot.. hehehehe [Hook] [Outro] I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh I'm so gutter, ghetto girls Heheh, (uhh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh), yeah Uhh, yeah, fuck, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch, yeah Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah Brooklyn, yeah