 Oh, yeah
Oh..
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Oh yeah...
oh...
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy (oh, yeah)
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Oh...
oh...
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy (oh, yeah)
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Oh...
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 (Oh)
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread (Oh, yeah)
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 (Oh, yeah)
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 (Oh, yeah)
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
oh...
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy (oh, yeah)
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Oh...
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy (oh, yeah)
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Oh..
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 (yea)
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 witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
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 muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
It's star time
This man is MADE! 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, c'mon say it!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there?
Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout
They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!
I like the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
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