Soundtracks - Dirt Off Your Shoulder by Jay Z lyrics

[Produced by Timbaland] You're now tuned into the muh'f**kin greatest Turn the music up in the headphones Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off n***a I got you, yeah [Hook] If you feeling like a pimp, n***a, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off n***as is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder [Verse 1] I probably owe it to y'all, probably be locked by the force Tryin to hustle some things that go with the Porsche Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, n***a, gripping my balls Said the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaming All the ballers is bouncing, they like the way I be leaning All the rappers be hating off the track that I'm making But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pops n***a London, Japan and I'm straight off the block Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block I can run it back n***a cause I'm straight with the Roc [Hook] If you feeling like a pimp, n***a, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off n***as is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder [Verse 2] Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover Trying to stretch out the c**a, like a wrestler, yessir Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya But like, 52 cards went out, I'm through dealing Now 52 bars come out, now you feel 'em Now, 52 cars roll out, remove ceiling In case 52 broads come out, now you chilling With a boss, b**ch of course, S.C. on the sleeve At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real [Hook] If you feeling like a pimp, n***a, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off n***as is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder [Verse 3] Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map Me and my beautiful bee-itch in the back of that 'Bach I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I ain't gotta clap at 'em, n***as scared of that black I drop that Black Album then I back out it As the best rapper alive, n***a ask about me From bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys From O's to opposite of Orphan Annie You gotta pardon Jay, for selling out the Garden in a day I'm like a young Marvin in his hey' I'm a hustler homie, you a customer crony Got some dirt on my shoulder; could you brush it off for me?