[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
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Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
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What it is player?
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You player, it's all about you
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How you gon' say that man
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If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
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Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off
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Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money
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You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money
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Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
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this this is what you tell her
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Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
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Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot
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[Jay-Z]
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Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
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like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
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Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
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Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
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Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
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Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December
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Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
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chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
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Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
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Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth
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I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
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Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
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The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
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yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
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As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
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Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
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I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
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Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
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The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
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then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
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I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
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I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
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From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
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From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
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notice, the child swift like a locust
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Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
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Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
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Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly
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I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin
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You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
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I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
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From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
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Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
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and the only time you love em is when your dick hard
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Whoooh! That's cashmere baby
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Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
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Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z
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Yeah baby
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Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
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Cashmere baby
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Don't get no hotter than that
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Sho' you're right
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Them niggaz know
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Check it out, check it out
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Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
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Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in
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I gotta keep your tricks intact
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Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man
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The star player, the golden bar layer
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The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right
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I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
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Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right
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I pimp hard on a trick, look
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Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot
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Cashmere Thoughts
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Jay-Z |