Dead Presidents

JAY-Z

专辑：Dead Presidents / Ain't No Nigga

歌词

作词 : Phillips, Peter O. / Carter, Shawn C.

作曲 : Phillips, Peter O. / Carter, Shawn C.

Presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead ****in' presidents to represent me

While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate

Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit

Live out my dreams until my heart give out

Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about

**** y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out

Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt

My life ain't rosy but I roll with it

My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it

And now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic

I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no *****es

Watch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'

Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned

Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles

And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you

Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya

Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?

Got the city drinking Cristals, re-up the fee

Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up with me

My rise to riches surprised the *****es: think harder

You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter

G.S. the **** up, dress the **** up

Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the **** up

All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's

Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all dramas

Talk to me（I'm out for presidents to represent me）

I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead ****in' presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead ****in' presidents to represent me

So sick of niggas, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)

This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'

Niggas got them kinda dreams from Jay

You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mill

Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail

Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast, well

I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell

There's heaven, and then there's hell niggas

One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies

Alibis ain't matching up, bullshit catching up

Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle

Everything was all good just a week ago

'Bout to start *****ing ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you?

I'll forgive your weak ass; hustling just ain't you

Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at bars

You know you wouldn't be involved

With the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers

East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers

Little monkey niggas turn gorillas

Stopped at the station, filled up on octane

And now they not sane and not playing, that goes without saying

Slaying day in and day out with money playing, then they play you out

Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy

Representing infinity with presidencies, you know?

dead ****in' presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead ****in' presidents to represent me