Lyric Nigga Please
(feat. Young Chris)
[Pharrell]
What, uh, c mon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (it s too late)
It s too late for that
Don t gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, it s too late for that
Keep the change, my nigga, it s too late for that
[Jay-Z]
Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, ROC
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla
[Chorus: Pharrell]
My nigga, please - you ain t signing no checks like these
My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these
My nigga, please - you ain t holding no tecks like these
My nigga, please - you don t pop in vest like these
[Jay-Z]
My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
Nigga please, you ain t start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps don t tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you ain t got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you don t be getting no hoes
With La Perla on they cheeks, can t be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo Blahnik I m going through they body like an ultrasonic
You ain t got em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you can t prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you can t even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, pimp strolling on em
Black diamonds, rose goldin on em
Paper foldin on em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger s on em
Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try {?} on em
Witnesses, it s no holdin on em
Just George Jefferson strollin on em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real TV
That chick, that s me, that six, that s me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea
Nigga please
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Young Chris]
Yo, yo,
Nigga please, y all ain t seeing no checks like these (no)
Y all don t run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Y all don t rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we
Y all coach class, y all never private jet like we
My nigga please, y all don t smoke the sour diesel like us
You don t go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, y all don t re-up like us
Ay, y all ain t being like us, cause y all don t see it like us
The move the D s when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on E s and dust
Then niggas f in with pills, y all don t get G s like us
My nigga please, y all young ns ain t got O.G.s like me
B. Sig, Young Hov , Dame Dash, Kareem
Nigga please, somebody must ve gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)
My nigga please
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Pharrell]
Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but don t trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I got the gremlin s crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My nigga please
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Pharrell]
What, uh, c mon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (it s too late)
It s too late for that
Don t gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, it s too late for that
Keep the change, my nigga, it s too late for that
[Jay-Z]
Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, ROC
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla
[Chorus: Pharrell]
My nigga, please - you ain t signing no checks like these
My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these
My nigga, please - you ain t holding no tecks like these
My nigga, please - you don t pop in vest like these
[Jay-Z]
My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
Nigga please, you ain t start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps don t tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you ain t got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you don t be getting no hoes
With La Perla on they cheeks, can t be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo Blahnik I m going through they body like an ultrasonic
You ain t got em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you can t prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you can t even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, pimp strolling on em
Black diamonds, rose goldin on em
Paper foldin on em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger s on em
Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try {?} on em
Witnesses, it s no holdin on em
Just George Jefferson strollin on em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real TV
That chick, that s me, that six, that s me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea
Nigga please
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Young Chris]
Yo, yo,
Nigga please, y all ain t seeing no checks like these (no)
Y all don t run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Y all don t rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we
Y all coach class, y all never private jet like we
My nigga please, y all don t smoke the sour diesel like us
You don t go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, y all don t re-up like us
Ay, y all ain t being like us, cause y all don t see it like us
The move the D s when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on E s and dust
Then niggas f in with pills, y all don t get G s like us
My nigga please, y all young ns ain t got O.G.s like me
B. Sig, Young Hov , Dame Dash, Kareem
Nigga please, somebody must ve gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)
My nigga please
[Chorus + ad libs]
[Pharrell]
Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but don t trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I got the gremlin s crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My nigga please
[Chorus + ad libs]
