Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
Babyface
Vocals
Foxy Brown
Vocals
George Fontenette
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Lewis
Songwriter
James Harris
Songwriter
Bobby Robinson
Songwriter
Darryll Barksdale
Songwriter
Karl Bartos
Songwriter
Ralf Hütter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Commissioner Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Joe "Lil Delay" Quinde
Recording Engineer
Daven Paul Vanderpool
Producer
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
What, tsh, y'all
What, tsh, uh
Jigga, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh
The G, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi
Drinking saki, it's me, and my mami with the doobie
Cutie, smelling like Tiaki, half-Phillipine thing
For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin'
Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance
A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy
Tits firm like nature, Foxy, Nas and A-Z
Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me
Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early
'Cause who's getting played is not me
"Surely you jest," she said, "if you thought I was purely
Out for the bucks you woulda bucked stuck and dropped me"
I said maturely, "You right
But better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds
Can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story
To make sure that you one of a kind
And you deserve to be my Sunshine"
Touch me with, a heart of gold (Uh-huh)
I can't go a day without my Sunshine (Uh-huh, say what?)
Touch me with, a smile of gold (Yeah)
I can't go a day without my Sunshine, Sunshine
Uh, uh, uh
A year gone, and she seein' things most chicks only
Hear in songs (Uh-huh) keep in gear phenom
Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (That's right)
Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm
Keep her impressed at all times, cats would love to creep (Uh-huh)
Just to say they crept with mine, slept with mine, she said
I ain't deaf nor blind, **** stressing
Hatin' cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me
We chose each other, you actin' like you chose me
They oppose you then, they oppose me
We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery
Double cross you they got to triple cross me
I'm thinking that's the way it's supposed to be (Uh-huh)
One more thing, if I ever go broke (Uh)
Would you hit the block for me? (Fo sho')
She replied, eyes open wide "put that on everything?"
I put that on my life (Right)
Touch me with, a heart of gold (Uh-huh)
I can't go a day without my Sunshine (Uh-huh)
Touch me with, a smile of gold (Uh)
I can't go a day without my Sunshine, Sunshine
If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Fo' sho')
Catch a case you catch it with me? (Fo' sho')
Pawn your jewelery to come get me? (You better know)
Catch me with a chick, forgive me? (Now that, I don't know)
They spread rumors, will you defend me, tooth and nail? (Uh-huh)
They try to frame me, will you be there, till the truth prevail?
But would you be the same dude, when you blow the roof off sales
That you was, throwing rocks, at the roof at 12, ****?
This is the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail
I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to the pale
Me and you balling, from the heavens or the hell
Won't let you hit the ground if I'm falling myself
Now picture me leaving you in this cold world, rolling for delf
It's me and you in this old girl, we taking the belt
From the lows, to the highs, to the foes we shine
Just continue to be my Sunshine
Touch me with, a heart of gold
I can't go a day without my Sunshine
Touch me with, a smile of gold
I can't go a day without my Sunshine, Sunshine
Touch me with, a heart of gold
I can't go a day without my Sunshine
Touch me with, a smile of gold
I can't go a day without my Sunshine, Sunshine
I just wanted to let you know
That you a real crap ass ****
By kicking us out of your fucking truck
We didn't got kicked out of
Well we ain't never got kicked out of shit before
But I'm sayin' if I did
It would have been outta better shit
And you got a lot of fucking nerve by kicking us out
I just wanted to let you know
You are a real fucking crap ass ****
All our fucking love we showed you
You gotta be a fucking crap
FUCK YOU OK?!
No more picking up for you
No more nothing
You find everything funny
You want to take everything as a joke
FUCK YOU!
Written by: Bobby Robinson, Darryll Le Roy Barksdale, Daven Paul Vanderpool, JAY-Z, James Harris, Terry Lewis