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Jay-Z - It's Alright ft. Memphis Bleek (Lyrics)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Вокал
Kraftwerk
Kraftwerk
Артист в сэмпле
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Вокал
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Артист в сэмпле
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Damon Dash
Damon Dash
Автор песен
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
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Brian Eno
Brian Eno
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David Byrne
David Byrne
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Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
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Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
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Imsomie Leeper
Imsomie Leeper
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Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Damon Dash
Damon Dash
Продюсер
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Миксинг-инженер
Mike Rew
Mike Rew
Инженер звукозаписи
Imsomie Leeper
Imsomie Leeper
Продюсер

Слова

Bounce if you want to bounce, ball if you want to ball Play if you want to play, floss if you want to floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back We get ill if you want to ill, smoke if you want to smoke Kill if you want to kill, loc if you want to loc It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back Yeah, I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice So we can make our point twice and skate out a town I need that glow in my eyes, E-Class Ladies screamin', "Jigga", you know we ease that Flowin' out like Jees-ass Jay-Z and me holdin' the mic So when you like, you find MC's so impolite And me, I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner niche Don't me and Jigga be flowin' alike? Nah, not in your life ain't nobody copin' like Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy I'm hot like the six maybe, deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than your navigator, I drop in your town, block your data Pimps all comin' through with a hot pair gators And a crew with rocks the size of craters Can't touch like hot potatoes, ya heard? Now we can bounce if you want to bounce, ball if you want to ball Play if you want to play, floss if you want to floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back We get ill if you want to ill, smoke if you want to smoke Kill if you want to kill, loc if you want to loc It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back In the middle of the war rockin' a vest Who's the illest shorty alive, I confess I take nine to the chest and I swear to the heaven sky's I bless the mics until the day I rest Till they can feel what I feel, I'ma try my best And if you real like I real, you can provide the rest Everything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out Any nigga realer than me is in a messhall with their chest out Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me We extort them as soon as they record 'em, bleek My name is clear, back when a shorty used to braid my hair On the project stairs, once I drop to a ceaser, ma, I don't need ya From the block to the hot two-seaters Gee and we could bounce if you want to bounce, ball if you want to ball Play if you want to play, floss if you want to floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back We get ill if you want to ill, smoke if you want to smoke Kill if you want to kill, loc if you want to loc It's alright, you heard? It's alright, check On the two jewels, I blew more money than Latrell, who else? They don't know you, they think they know you too well, you jell Like Flubber, I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set Press your brakes, Feds wanna investigate Mr. I don't cop nothin' less than eight And anything involved with my name Regardless of the fame, it's hard I can't even walk through Harlem again Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express My boy died and all I did was inherit his stress To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man, fuck ya I suggest let you live, right? Negative, I swear, it's dough or die Hope your soul provides you with a afterlife, close your casket tight Take your last two deep breaths and pass the mic to Jay-Z, nigga That's right Now we could bounce if you want to bounce, ball if you want to ball Play if you want to play, floss if you want to floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back We get ill if you want to ill, smoke if you want to smoke Kill if you want to kill, loc if you want to loc It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back We could bounce if you want to bounce, ball if you want to ball Play if you want to play, floss if you want to floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright We get ill if you want to ill, smoke if you want to smoke Kill if you want to kill, loc if you want to loc It's alright, you heard them? It's alright and holla back
Writer(s): Christopher Frantz, Tina Weymouth, Shawn C. Carter, Imsomie Leeper, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison, Brian Eno, Damon Dash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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