What You Think Of That by Jay-z
[M.Bleek]
That's right, Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
[Verse 1]
Yo, light the treez up, my hoez,
D cupped, G's up Memph Bleek, nigga, what?!?
Ride shotgun in the range, bitches pay the price for thangz, rock ice and chains
Yo they change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out
You can hardly see the gold, that's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now
Still on the block now, shorty, hold the glock down
Only thingz changed, the bitches I pressed, the way they fit in the dress
Like em big in the breasts, shoes gotta be the shit, don't walk in kicks
Yo you rollin wit the Memph, twitch the dutch and split
Break the fuck out, bang, back a truck out, often see the rims these bitches'll bug out
You know what though?
I don't give a fuck though,
Still in the cut, let the .44 blow
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I love these streets, what you think of that?
My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
[Verse 2]
Yo, it's all about a brick kid, gettin bent kid, slide wit a chick kid
Where the benz kid?
Creep on it, make catz sleep on it
You know what your song lack,
Bleek on it It's straight for stacks, where you hatin cats
World premier type broad, I'ma make you that, stay shapin that
Yeah, make a stack,
show them niggaz where they girls be fakin that
What you think of THAT?
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