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Encore (Single Version)
Cheryl Lynn
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Rock THE ROCK VERSION, THIS IS THE REAL SHIT Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boss 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, mother****ers make some noise 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 louvre but the yacht got a triple deck But when you're Young, what the **** you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God damn 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 Can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boss So for one last time I need y'all to roar What the hell are you waiting forrrr? 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 ********** 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 B*****s 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'****ers if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore 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! 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! I like the way this one feel It's so muh'****in' soulful man! (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Yeah , okay! 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 **** 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 Golf far above par like I putted All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye a chain, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you gotta spit. . . A little somethin like this, WOO!
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