Encore

Thank you, thank you, thank you You're far too kind Woo Yeah, woo, woo, uh-huh 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 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 these generations 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 What the hell are you waitin for 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 (yeah) 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 with you It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens 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 motherfucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore Oww, it's star time This man is mean, 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", come on, say it HOVA, HOVA, HOVA Are y'all out there? Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga! I like the way this one feel It's so motherfuckin' soulful, man Yeah, okay So this here is the victory lap Then I'm leavin', 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 ducks Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit A little somethin like this (woo, woo) What the hell are you waiting for?