Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jigga That N****, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 17.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jigga That N**** |
| It’s the Roc |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| R O, R O C, niggaz, R O |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| R O C, niggaz, R O, whoo |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| R O C, niggaz |
| (Jay-Z) |
| Come on the track duh, duh, da, da |
| With a throwback jersey and a fitted |
| Might blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix |
| Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick |
| I’m so sick widdit, lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends man |
| The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers |
| Or playin' guts on the cruise, Hermes bow 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, mammy, why you playin' with me? |
| Ride with me, get high as me |
| It’s how it’s supposed to be, when you rollin' with G’s |
| Back up in this bitch like whoa |
| Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's |
| V is I, and I am him |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit y’all |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| Hov' and so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu |
| She’s respondin', top of C. Bronson |
| We in Luan gettin' our groove on |
| Buyin' out the bar, on our way to Spa' |
| She never seen a hundred on the wrist before |
| Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before |
| I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' first aid |
| 'Cause the boy got more 6's 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, mammy, I will leave you |
| Right where you stand, nah, I don’t wanna dance |
| (I'm good) |
| 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 |
| V is I, and I am him |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit y’all |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| «He did it again», Haters no like |
| But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow’s so tight |
| Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley dude |
| All day, like Rastafari’s do |
| Now I’m stuck to the point I could hardly move |
| You fuckin' up my high, don’t bother me dude |
| But Red Rover, send your hoes over |
| She can do whatever, sip somethin' with soda |
| She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with Hova |
| We can play however, slay bed or sofa |
| And the prognosis, sex is explosive |
| Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I’m focused |
| V is I, and I am him |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit y’all |
| (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga) |
| R O, R O C, niggaz |
| R O C, niggaz |
| (Roc-A-Fella, y’all) |