Jay-z - All I Need lyrics
It's the Roc! Wooo! My gear is right (check) My bucket is low (check) My Rocawear is fittin' incredible f** it I guess I got my swagger back Mama, they said I k**ed a man Well I guess I got the dagger back It's the Roc ba*tards we are BACK! In the heezy Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?) Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!) Mickey, Melanie, Chris and Neef, hey! All I need is the love of my crew The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through And all..I..need is a chick that hold a jammy Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi Now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty A n***a been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young n***as ya'll can't hurt me Better watch and observe me And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar I set fire to your empire I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah Double G-A livewire n***a holla back All I need Rocawear (check) Nike Airs (check) Mean bucket (uh huh) Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way C'mon now All I need in this world o' sin Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha) I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!) Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh) A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my b**h Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) But no adlibbin' n***a stick to the script Now all I need is a high-priced lawyer Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew Can't even steal on a n***a muhf**as'll sue In this time and age, what's a real muhf**a to do When I'm surrounded by squeal muhf**as like you But real n***as don't fret cause the number one crew? R to the O to the C comin' true All I need Rocawear (check) Nike Airs (check) Mean bucket (uh huh) Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way Listen The cream too long, my team too strong Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone Ya'll n***as in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle] Any given Sunday gunplay's optional However n***as want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it) Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap sh** Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit'cha little a** hits Read my rap sheet n***a, THREE CLASSICS Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed In the hospital lookin' at MASH for months Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk And flee scot free and pee-pee on the steps We've got no respect No law or governin' why you f**in' wit' him? Matta'fact, why you f**in' wit' them? All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby All I need Rocawear (check) Nike Airs (check) Mean bucket (uh huh) Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way, listen