Lirik Lagu In My Lifetime - Jay-Z
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Jay Z]This song here.... is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peaceWho at his funeral left us with the words thathe did it his way (uh huh uh huh)So I have no other choice but to do it my wayUh huh uh huh
Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupidI'm carefully plottin ways to make it rottenWell planned hits until you're long forgottenY'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the lowhalf of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for meNow picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rockI drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clockMy feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awardsWhile you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass growand get a project nigga paid up the assholeif I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steelI'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for realWhile others worship guns I worship tons of moneytons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funnySo I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slowEighty percent of these niggaz with dealscan't see me with the dough, uhh!
Chorus: Jay-Z
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of doughI need a whole lot of dough (for real!)In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stashI need a whole lot of cash (stay real!)In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of doughI need a whole lot of dough *In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stashI need a whole lot of cash
*1: (for real!)*2: (true!)*3: (true!)
[Jay-Z]More ice than winter ninety-fourI toured the fifty states with a trunk of rawRecrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play meOhh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat reclinerunder some vagina, discussin the finer, thingsMy crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screenLettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dreamThey think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my namewith passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashinAnd we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feelis from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wannaAnd fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest inpounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dopeBut keep your nuts cause this is a man's gameAnd we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame
Chorus
[Jay-Z]I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casinoSchoolin the dice like Vinny BarberinoWelcome back, the ninety-four version of the mackAs soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to actCause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquorOnly pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swiggaMy style, ladies intoxicated by my profileYour rollin with a pro with, money to blow childYou need to feel how sweet the skills beto come and slide down Sugar Hill with meThe high roller, rolled up on your dice gameUnfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it allI never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debtOn the block you lucky if you see my silhouetteI'm ghost, envied by mostSo I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
Chorus
[Jay-Z]Haha, f'real! Jay-Z livesSki, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huhDame Dash.. ha-haRoc-a-fella Records.. uh-huhEverybody from BrooklynSauce Money, Big Sarge, B HahDJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown?, my V-A click running thickD'Shawn definitly in the houseRoughness y'all, this how we do
Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupidI'm carefully plottin ways to make it rottenWell planned hits until you're long forgottenY'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the lowhalf of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for meNow picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rockI drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clockMy feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awardsWhile you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass growand get a project nigga paid up the assholeif I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steelI'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for realWhile others worship guns I worship tons of moneytons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funnySo I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slowEighty percent of these niggaz with dealscan't see me with the dough, uhh!
Chorus: Jay-Z
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of doughI need a whole lot of dough (for real!)In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stashI need a whole lot of cash (stay real!)In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of doughI need a whole lot of dough *In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stashI need a whole lot of cash
*1: (for real!)*2: (true!)*3: (true!)
[Jay-Z]More ice than winter ninety-fourI toured the fifty states with a trunk of rawRecrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play meOhh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat reclinerunder some vagina, discussin the finer, thingsMy crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screenLettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dreamThey think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my namewith passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashinAnd we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feelis from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wannaAnd fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest inpounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dopeBut keep your nuts cause this is a man's gameAnd we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame
Chorus
[Jay-Z]I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casinoSchoolin the dice like Vinny BarberinoWelcome back, the ninety-four version of the mackAs soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to actCause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquorOnly pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swiggaMy style, ladies intoxicated by my profileYour rollin with a pro with, money to blow childYou need to feel how sweet the skills beto come and slide down Sugar Hill with meThe high roller, rolled up on your dice gameUnfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it allI never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debtOn the block you lucky if you see my silhouetteI'm ghost, envied by mostSo I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
Chorus
[Jay-Z]Haha, f'real! Jay-Z livesSki, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huhDame Dash.. ha-haRoc-a-fella Records.. uh-huhEverybody from BrooklynSauce Money, Big Sarge, B HahDJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown?, my V-A click running thickD'Shawn definitly in the houseRoughness y'all, this how we do
