Lyrics Best Of Me, Part 2 - Jay-Z, Mya

Best Of Me, Part 2

I’m focused man
Tell Stoute to holla at me man
Uh, young Hova, ya heard?
Trackmasters, ya heard?
Yo, yes y’all and Jigga man be balling
Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis calling for the Lord darling
Jigga Impallin' ass drop
Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot
Nigga mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I’m used to not having a lot
I’m from the gutter and uh
I ain’t the type to ever chase your box
I’m the type to interior decorate the watch
I’m the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state like clockwork;
Jigga’s the hurt holla
Lips are telling me yes
While you’re kissing on my neck
Making me feel so
«Should I stay, should I go?»
I don’t know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can’t let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can’t let you get the best of me
Conversation like what?
Big thighs got you stuck
Feelings starting to show
Should I stay, should I go?
I don’t know
You’re driving me crazy
I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can’t let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can’t let you get the best of me
The best of me, the best of me
Carolina blue kicks
Hottest nigga on the block
Used to wheelie bicycles since I was six
High school crossover, waived away picks
Music is the same shit, gave away hits
So ma get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
You acting like Jigga can’t get at whoever
Talking you got a man, okay ma… and?
That’s high school making me chase you around for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt goddamn you flirt
What’s a little me on top gon' hurt?
Maybe a little but
Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the 'I Like It Rough' type
We can crush tonight
Tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice
Get right;
Young Hova
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can’t let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can’t let you get the best of me
Make it hot, make it hot
Trackmasters
Mr. Tone