Jay-z - Return lyrics

Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean? And I'm about to bring y'all some history We got the best of both worlds And I got the Get Fresh Crew Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!) [Jay-Z] Mirror mirror on the wall Whose is the freshest of them all? I love 'em all, but none of y'all Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly With the suicide doors, f** 'em all We got hits like a thirty shot clip When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor Holla at your boy, boys When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change n***a, we right here, we can go bank for bank We can go clip for clip, n***a, chain for chain We can go b**h for b**h, got a pretty young thing That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings [Hook: R. Kelly] Meeting Michelle at the hotel While Jay and Tone on the way to the afterparty Got the ladies sayin', oh [Jay-Z] Best of both worlds, and we rock the club youknowhatimsayin Boy H-O, Kells, we not playing Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win And win again, like deja vu Then we win again, like M.J. do Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move [Chorus 2x: R. Kelly] In this arena, arena All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up This is for them hustlin' boys and girls It's the return of best of both worlds [Slick Rick] Well once upon a time, they left the glove and the star, kid He swore he was the man, but he was nothing but garbage Let me rephrase that, bubblin' with pride Did have sk**s, but he was ugly inside Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the non sense Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have cla** Even let a gay j** man tack his jheri Then, got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy Swindlin', forgot the god above him Finally, fan base trinklin' down to nothing No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break Bitter and evil, didn't learn from his mistake The moral of the story is, don't be a pair of knickers Be good, boys and girls, and you can be as great as Rick is [Chorus 2x] [R. Kelly w/ Doug E. Fresh beatboxing] My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue It took half the pay, and now my life is filled with rainy days But I stashed some dough, how much, you'll ever know It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells and Jay-Z