Ah shit, okay, okay, alright Big man, you wanna make some big bucks, huh? Let's see how tough you are You know something about cocaine? Digame You kidding me or what man? There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys They said they got two keys for us, openers Pure cocaine, you tell 'em, capiche? I want you to go over there And if it's what they say it is, you buy it, you bring it back You can do that you make five grand Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday You get the buy money then Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money Eh, pobrecito Jay-Z's gonna stick your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all Check, check
Yo, I'm making short term goals when the weather folds Just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to free a Big Willie High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shopping sprees, cop in three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah, yes Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha 50 Gs to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me Chrome socks beaming Through my peripheral I see you scheming Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming Niggas is fiending, what's the meaning I'm leaning on any nigga intervening With the sound of my money machining My cup runneth over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running Y'all niggas don't want it I got the Godfather flow, the Don Juan DeMarco Swear to God, don't get it fucked up
I'm taking out this time (yeah, yeah, what) To give you a piece of my mind ('Cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star
Last seen out of state where I drop my sling I'm deep in the South kicking up top game Bouncing on the highway switching fo' lanes Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn Why play with fire, burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'Til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause you can't knock the hustle
But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel ('cause you can't knock the hustle) The way you make me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real
Yo, y'all niggas lunching, punching the clock My function is to make much and lay back munching Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew something to watch Nothing to stop, unstoppable Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though, (who?) Me Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight bananas, can a nigga see me Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son you're too eager You ain't having it, good me either Let's get together and make this whole world believe us, huh At my arraignment screaming All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even Thieving, as long as I'm breathing Can't knock the way a nigga eating, fuck you even!
I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real
Writer/s: Jerome C Foster, Joyce Morgan, Lesette Wilson, Shawn C Carter, Shawn Carter, William Marcus Miller
Publisher: Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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16-tear-old Lorde wrote the lyrics to "Royals" at home in just half an hour. She was inspired by the "ridiculous, unrelatable, unattainable opulence" that runs through such albums as Kanye West and Jay-Z's Watch the Throne and Lana Del Rey's Born To Die.