Encore

[brand0n]

thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

[Chorus]
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

[Verse One]
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

[Chorus - 1/2]
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{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}

[Verse Two]
[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore




[Interlude]
OWWWW! It's star time
This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?
Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
Say Hova, c'mon say it!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? [crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"]
Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout
They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!

[Jay-Z]
I like the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Yeah [crowd still chanting] okay

[Verse Three]
So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two
You wanted to gain attention new dudes
I can get you BET and TRL too
You wanna be in the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain't budgin!
Young did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star-studded
Golfer above par like I putted
All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this?
You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
A little somethin like this, WOO!

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}

riddle me that

[pr0]

How about something you SHOULD be listening to.





You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Yeah!
C'mon, yeah

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get
She get
She get
She get high

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, oww!
Oh, yeah!

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[brand0n]

nex on the list is some real pimp shit

On a warm summer?s evenin? on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin? out the window at the darkness
?til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, son, I?ve made a life out of readin? people?s faces,
And knowin? what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don?t mind my sayin?, I can see you?re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I?ll give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you?re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold ?em, know when to fold ?em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you?re sittin? at the table.
There?ll be time enough for countin? when the dealin?s done.

Now ev?ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin?
Is knowin? what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
?cause ev?ry hand?s a winner and ev?ry hand?s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

So when he?d finished speakin?, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold ?em, know when to fold ?em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you?re sittin? at the table.
There?ll be time enough for countin? when the dealin?s done.

You got to know when to hold ?em, know when to fold ?em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you?re sittin? at the table.
There?ll be time enough for countin? when the dealin?s done.

[Rebecca Love]

^^^^^Thats a Kenny song..He makes good chicken to.