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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
Kid Capri
Programming
L. Leite
Background Vocals
Wet Willie
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Friedman
Songwriter
David Love
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Capri
Producer
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
D'Anthony Johnson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Watch this, yo
Watch this, yo
Watch this, yo
Rockafella, yo
Watch this, yo
'Cause we're like that, yo
We're like that
[Verse 2]
As a youngin', dumb and gun in the waist
Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain
And had to numb it with base
Couldn't drink the Henny straight, I needed something to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back, leaving nothing to waste
Life's like a treadmill, **** running in place
Getting nowhere fast, a whole year done passed
I vowed to never stop winning until the earth stops spinning
Rock hot linen, cop hot cars, and hot women
If it's not him, then you got it confused
Y'all not remembering
My motto is simply 'i will not lose
Abide by the block rules
I buy my glocks used
With bodies on it, let me know if anybody want it
I'm raised irrational, way misunderstood
If you ain't lived like I lived, been one with the hood
I done what I could, to come up with this paper to this day still
Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature
If hell awaits us, niga I'm coming with the razors
Still flashing your shit, try to pass me in a six
Type classy on the wrists, every bit of thirty carats
This is not a game, this is not why I came
May these words find a spot on your brain and burn
Then I recycle my life, I shall return
[Verse 3]
(How tight is your flow?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(How light is your dough?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(How white is your blow?)
'Cause we're like that, yo
(Only write what you know)
'Cause I'm like that
(How tight is your flow?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(How light is your dough?)
Just like that, uh
(How white is your blow?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(Only write what you know)
Watch this, yo
[Verse 4]
I'm a hop, skip, and a jump from gripping the pump
Spitting a couple of curse words and hitting you, chump, shit
I get digits in lumps
I'm a mother fucking problem, is this what you want?
Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba
In reefer paper
I hate the ones that blow up your beeper
Cause I go in the deeper
I only bone divas, impregnate the world when I come through your speakers
Fuck hot, my record's got the fever
**** kick dirt, get your whole block sweeped up
I creep up when the beef heats up
Caught him with his feet up and shoes off
Bout to snooze off
Hating, cause you can't turn the booze off
You dudes is too soft, I don't fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, or spit at the locks
But other than that, I don't be fucking with cats
Just me, Ty and BI., thugging like that
E. Dame and Biggs, what's fucking with that?
Y'all can never dish Jigga, get nothing for that
Other than a couple of slugs in your back
Rappers all running around like I won't gun you down
Last **** that fronted, two shots spun him around, lord
Accept this offering, here's something for your crown
I meant no malice, I just met his challenge and won
[Verse 5]
(How tight is your flow?)
'Cause we're like that, yo
(How light is your dough?)
Just like that, yo
(How white is your blow?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(Only write what you know)
I'm just like that
(How tight is your flow?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(How light is your dough?)
Just like that, yo
(How white is your blow?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(Only write what you know)
Just like that, uh
(How tight is your flow?)
I'm built like that
(How light is your dough?)
On what level, we can get it on, you know?
(How white is your blow?)
Jigga
Only write what you know
Sountrack for the street, ****
(How tight is your flow?)
(Get your hands in the air, put your hands up)
(How light is your dough?)
'Cause I'm like that, yo
(How white is your blow?)
(Only write what you know)
[Verse 6]
Bounce with me
Girls and guns
All I want
Stock exchange
Rocks and planes
Girls and guns
All I want
Stock exchange
Drops and things
Written by: Frank Friedman, JAY-Z, Kid Capri