Jigga That N***a

It's the Roc, woo

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

R-O, R-O-C, *****

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

Hov, R-O-C, *****, R-O, woo

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

It's Hov, R-O-C, ***** (Trackmasters)

(Jay-Z)

Come on the track like dun-dun-dun-dun

With a throwback jersey and a fitted

Might blow a bag of Hershey in the Siddix

Or might take sips of Armi with chidd-ick

I'm so sick with it

Lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends, man

The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campus

Or playin' guts on the cruise, Hermes boat shoes

The Izod bucket on, I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip-flops

Six top model chicks, who is this hot?

J-A, ladies help me say it now

Y-Z, Mami, why you playin' with me?

Ride with me, get high as me

It's how it supposed to be when you rollin' with Gs

Hov, back up in this ***** like "whoa"

Jigga get this whole **** jumpin' like '64s

(Hov) He is I and I am him

(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)

Slim with the tilted brim on 20-inch rims

(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)

If y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all

(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)

And if y'all go to war for me, I go to war with y'all

(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)

Hov, and so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu

She's responding, top is C. Ronson

We in Luan gettin' our groove on

Buyin' out the bar on our way to spa

She never seen a hunnid on the wrist before

Never seen 22s on the 6 before

I am killin' 'em out there, they needin' first aid

'Cause the boy got more 6s than first grade

The crib got killer views and square feet

You have to film MTV Cribs for a week

So sleep if you need to, Mami, I will leave you

Right where you stand, nah, I don't wanna dance

I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B. pants

Waist is low enough to let your waist show

Top like a rock star, I got a fast car

We can cruise the city doin' a buck sixty

(Hov) He is I and I am him

(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)

Slim with the tilted brim on 20-inch rims

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

And if y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

And if y'all go to war with me, I go to war with y'all

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

"He did it again," haters no like

But they gotta **** with it 'cause the flow's so tight

Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley, dude

All day like Rastafaris do

Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move

You ****in' up my high, don't bother me, dude

But red rover, send your ***** over

She can do whatever, sip something with soda

She can leave whenever, sip something with Hova

We can play however, slay bed or sofa

And the prognosis, sex is explosive

Left her with wet bedsheets, **** I'm focused

(Hov) He is I and I am him

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

Slim with the tilted brim on 20-inch rims

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

And if y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

And if y'all go to war for me, I go to war with y'all

(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)

R-O-C

R-O-C

(Roc-A-Fella y'all)