Jay-Z Lyrics
Jay-Z Lyrics
"Face Off Lyrics"
Loving Every Minute Lyrics
I once was in love for a week that felt like a year or two But I'm loving every minute of loving you Well I've spent too many nights that just couldn't end too soon But I'm loving every minute of loving you I like taking my time every time you kiss me I'd stop every clock to keep you right here with me Oh I don't care if it takes forever until we're through Cause I'm loving every minute of loving you [ dobro - guitar ] I like taking my time every time you kiss me I'd stop every clock to keep you right her
I once was in love for a week that felt like a year or two But I'm loving every minute of loving you Well I've spent too many nights that just couldn't end too soon But I'm loving every minute of loving you I like taking my time every time you kiss me I'd stop every clock to keep you right here with me Oh I don't care if it takes forever until we're through Cause I'm loving every minute of loving you [ dobro - guitar ] I like taking my time every time you kiss me I'd stop every clock to keep you right her
{***Jay-Z , (Sauce)***}
Jay-Z talking: Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this...
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
Verse 1
Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on)
Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone
(Fuck them bitches though digits though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat
(All black gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the rest blow her back out
sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in & out like a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off with the .38 scraped off)
keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight ball
know your place (so it starts when ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't imitate bitches
(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?
(love the dough, ya f
Back on the Train Lyrics
When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts When I first jumped off, I held that bucket in my hand Ideas that would take me all around the world I stood and watched the smoke behind the mountain curl It took me a long time to get back on the train Now I'm gone and I'll never look back again I'm gone and I'll never look back at all You know I'll never look back again I turn my face into the howlin' wind It took me a long time to get back on the train See my face in the town that's flashing bylow irritate niggas)
fuck them though, it's all out and
have a fall out I fucked ya girl
(On top now we call out fuck the world)
(Face Off!)
Chorus
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
Verse 2
(I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right)
you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip
all night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'
nigga you neva know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do)
(back man stack grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
women start to fall we all bat around
you never seen wit it (pat 'em down)
check for cream in it (These riches)
got nu'hin to do wit these bitches
(Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
Verse 3
(Can I touch that?) what's that? Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)
(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay
get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
Wh
with one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up)
Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up
meet me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Face Off nigga)
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel
me
Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night) we don't love these hoes
<"Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background>
(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel
(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!!
This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...
When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts When I first jumped off, I held that bucket in my hand Ideas that would take me all around the world I stood and watched the smoke behind the mountain curl It took me a long time to get back on the train Now I'm gone and I'll never look back again I'm gone and I'll never look back at all You know I'll never look back again I turn my face into the howlin' wind It took me a long time to get back on the train See my face in the town that's flashing by
fuck them though, it's all out and
have a fall out I fucked ya girl
(On top now we call out fuck the world)
(Face Off!)
Chorus
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
Verse 2
(I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right)
you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip
all night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'
nigga you neva know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do)
(back man stack grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
women start to fall we all bat around
Leave Lyrics
(lyrics and music by James Seals and John Trombatore, 1971) From the albums DOWN HOME (1970) and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974). Another day, another teardrop. Fallin' from my rooftop. And even the look upon the city's face, says leave. Another Summer, another year gone. Another love that didn't last from now on. My girl told me yesterday, I better leave. Guess I better leave. Climbed upon a moutain high. And I looked out and saw the valley. Then I turned and told this old city, goodbye. I'm leavin'. And I ain'
Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round)(lyrics and music by James Seals and John Trombatore, 1971) From the albums DOWN HOME (1970) and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974). Another day, another teardrop. Fallin' from my rooftop. And even the look upon the city's face, says leave. Another Summer, another year gone. Another love that didn't last from now on. My girl told me yesterday, I better leave. Guess I better leave. Climbed upon a moutain high. And I looked out and saw the valley. Then I turned and told this old city, goodbye. I'm leavin'. And I ain'
you never seen wit it (pat 'em down)
check for cream in it (These riches)
got nu'hin to do wit these bitches
(Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
Verse 3
(Can I touch that?) what's that? Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)
(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay
get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
Wh
Do Right Woman, Do Right Man Lyrics
DO RIGHT WOMAN, DO RIGHT MAN Writers Dan Penn, Chips Moman Take me to heart and I'll always love you And nobody can make me do wrong Take me for granted, leavin' love, I'm sure Makes will power weak, and it makes my temptation stir A woman's only human, this you should understand Oh, she's not a play thing, she's flesh and blood, just like a man. So if you wanna do right, oh, hey, woman You gotta be true right, oh, not my man They say this is a man's world, but you can't prove that by me And if w
at keep it cocked faithfully like salop DO RIGHT WOMAN, DO RIGHT MAN Writers Dan Penn, Chips Moman Take me to heart and I'll always love you And nobody can make me do wrong Take me for granted, leavin' love, I'm sure Makes will power weak, and it makes my temptation stir A woman's only human, this you should understand Oh, she's not a play thing, she's flesh and blood, just like a man. So if you wanna do right, oh, hey, woman You gotta be true right, oh, not my man They say this is a man's world, but you can't prove that by me And if w
with one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up)
Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up
meet me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Face Off nigga)
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel
me
Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night) we don't love these hoes
<"Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background>
(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel
(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!!
This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...