Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ruler's Back, artist - Jay-Z. Album song The Blueprint Collector's Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
The Ruler's Back |
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh |
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh |
Whoo! |
Whoo! |
Whoo! |
Whoo! |
I, am, back, niggaz |
Ha ha ha ha ha. |
uh-oh, uh-oh — whoo! |
Ladies and gentlemen. |
H, to the Izzo |
I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase |
I surely appreciate it — whoo! |
What you about to witness is my thoughts |
Just my thoughts man — right or wrong |
Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh |
You ever felt like this, you vibe with me Walk with a nigga man — just vibe with me Yo, gather round hustlers that’s if you still livin |
And get on down, to that ol’Jig rhythm |
Here’s a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison |
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high |
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people |
Mouthpiece for hustlers I’m back motherfuckers |
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns |
Y’all can’t fuck with Hov', what type of X y’all on? |
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm |
Charges don’t stick to dude he’s teflon |
I’m too sexy for jail like I’m Right Said Fred |
I’m not guilty, now GIMME back my bread |
Mr. District Attorney I’m not sure if they told you |
I’m on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to |
plus — Hov’don’t run, Hov’stand and fight |
Hov’s a soldier, Hov’been fightin all his life so What could you do to me? |
It’s not new to me Sue me; |
fuck you — what’s a couple dollars to me? |
But you will respect me, simple as that |
Or I got no problem goin back |
I’m representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat |
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped |
So off we go, let the trumpets blow |
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro |
The ruler’s back |
Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh |
I, am, BACK, niggaz — whoo! |
whoo! |
whoo! |
whoo! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Turn the motherfuckin music up The ruler’s back |
I, am, back, niggaz |
Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah |
Well in these times, well at least to me There’s a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z |
I’ll help you out, here’s what you do You gonna need a wide lens cause that’s a VERR’big shoe |
And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don’t have a +Clue+? |
You situation is +Bleek+, I’ma keep it +Rell+ cause |
Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+ |
Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f’real |
Don’t only talk it, walk like it — from the Bricks to the booth |
I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic |
You can’t date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh) |
And you can’t sell me bullshit, we know the prices |
So what your life is? |
We gon’roll |
'til the wheels fall off, y’all muh’fuckers check the tires |
Off we go, let the trumpets blow |
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro |
The ruler’s back |
Uhh, uhh |
I, am, back, niggaz |
Feels good! |
Ha Pah, holla at me! |
The ruler’s back |
Yeah. |
whoo! |
Yeah. |
yeah. |
yeah. |
Now bounce, c’mon, bounce |
Uhh, whoo! |
Whoo! |
Bounce, c’mon, bounce |
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah |
Bounce, c’mon, bounce |
Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen |
Just what I’m feelin at the time, you know what I mean? |
Knahmean? |