Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying From You, artist - Jay-Z.
Date of issue: 28.08.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying From You |
I ordered a frappuccino |
Where’s my fuckin frappuccino |
Alright, let’s do this |
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be |
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see |
When I pretend, I can’t forget about the criminal I am |
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but |
I can’t pretend this is the way it’ll stay I’m just |
Trying to bend the truth |
I can’t pretend I’m who you want me to be, so I’m |
Lying my way from |
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off |
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off |
Niggaz is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you |
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder |
I probably owe it to y’all, proud to be locked by the force |
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche |
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced |
Middle finger to the law, nigga grip’n my balls |
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin |
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin |
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I’m makin |
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it |
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots |
Nigga London, Japan and I’m straight off the block |
Like a running back, get it man, I’m straight off the block |
I can run it back nigga cause I’m straight with the Roc |
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off |
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off |
Niggaz is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you |
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder |
You gotta get (get), that (that), dirt off your shoulder |
You gotta get (get), that (that), dirt off your shoulder |
You gotta get (get), that (that), dirt off your shoulder |
You gotta get (get), that (that), dirt off your shoulder |
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda |
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover |
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir |
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers’ll test ya |
But like, fifty-two cards when I’m, I’m through dealin |
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em |
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling |
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin |
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve |
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen |
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean |
No chrome on the wheels, I’m a grown-up for real, chill |
Yeah, I remember what they taught to me |
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be |
Remember listening to all of that and this again |
So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in |
And now you think this person really is me and I’m |
Trying to bend the truth |
But the more I push the more I’m pulling away 'cuz I’m |
Lying my way from you |
No no turning back now |
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go |
No no turning back now |
Let me take back my life I’d rather be all alone |
No turning back now |
Anywhere on my own cuz I can see |
No no turning back now |
The very worst part of you |
The very worst part of you is ME |
This isn’t what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would |
have you running from me |
Like This |
This isn’t what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would |
have you running from me |
Like This |
This isn’t what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would |
have you running from me |
Like This |
This isn’t what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would |
have you running from me |
Like This |
You |
No turning back now |
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go |
No no turning back now |
Let me take back my life I’d rather be all alone |
No turning back now |
Anywhere on my own cuz I can see |
No no turning back now |
The very worst part of you |
The very worst part of you is me |
Beeitch |