Lirik Lagu U Don't Know (Remix) - 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]You gotta let this one breathe JustJust let it breathe for a second"I'm not trying to give you, no advice"Yup, Hovi's home!The newest addition to The Roc, M.O.P."I don't claim to be"The Blueprint 2 is on it's way"Noooooooooo philosopher"I know y'all hear my footsteps out there, I'm comin"But I sure know, this is life"Let's go get 'em Just!
[Lil' Fame]Time to dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH)Dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAAAAAAAHHH!)"You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing.."It's the Mo' P. (YES!!) And the zip code is 1 (1) 2 (3)THREE, and motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunninI'm still runnin with cats that robFrom the era of XL 80's and hatchback Saabs(SAME GAME!) Operation for this "Industry Lockdown"We still tote hammers that go BLAK-OWW, run up if you wannaBelieve me dawg, these hammers with they ownersFuck ya G up, have ya with blue Pampers in a coma, andYour family now moan, look, 70 pounds goneA little fuck, shriveled up, with a hospital gown on(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) Keep pushin we fell bastardsTo get over, we prowl with slippery shell tacticsJiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-upsLil' niglette!What the fuck you recordin, "My Nig' Jr.?"(THE GAME AIN'T CHANGED!) It just got harderPlus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S dot CarterBrownsville (YEP!) We stomp through this bitch all dayRock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
[Billy Danze]Uh, uh, uhI'm from the G side of thangs (OHH) where we ride and bangWith a heat dat'll flame, that's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)Embedded in ya brainsAnd someone should be tellin 'em the veterans have cameAnd we're better in the game, YOU BET I'LL MAKE IT RAIN("27 a gram") My man, it's better than cocaineNow everything will change and this Family will rule the worldAnd you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and earl!A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mineSo it's my time to shine and for you to ride the pineI wont sit back and rap like these dumb-ass kidsI been around, I put it down, I aint these young-ass kids(M.O.P.) The O.G.'s repped and survived around this motherfucker(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherfuckerWhen it's crunch time, we do it our wizzayFor shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols in B.K.
[Jay-Z]WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!Turn my music high, high, high, high-erMO' fire, more Roc-a-wear attireMO' money, MO' murder now that M.O.P.'s hiredMO' further for the Roc Empire, y'all won't serve usY'ALL nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fireOne body, two body, three body, fourYoung sittin on paper, I'm above the lawYoung shittin on haters, I ain't fuckin with y'allFor my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore?"And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursiveJust add another million to these versesOne million, two million, three million, fourAnd the money's really worthless, I'm pissin you off on purposeMy nephew's situated, and my mom is straightSo I'm ready for whatever drama should come my wayAnd you niggaz rappin to me, so your drama is fakeYou dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bakeYou dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waistRazor blades under the tongue, I will eat your faceAppetite for destruction, I am starvin todayGot a money hungry lawyer that'll eat the caseAnd that's just food for thought, don't let it go to wasteNigga bite the bullet until you stuffin ya face, haI done forgot more than you ever learnedWhat you don't know will make your home a permanent urn, nigga!
"Do you believe it!!""You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing..""Do you believe it!!""You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing..""Do you believe it!!"
[Lil' Fame]Time to dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH)Dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAAAAAAAHHH!)"You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing.."It's the Mo' P. (YES!!) And the zip code is 1 (1) 2 (3)THREE, and motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunninI'm still runnin with cats that robFrom the era of XL 80's and hatchback Saabs(SAME GAME!) Operation for this "Industry Lockdown"We still tote hammers that go BLAK-OWW, run up if you wannaBelieve me dawg, these hammers with they ownersFuck ya G up, have ya with blue Pampers in a coma, andYour family now moan, look, 70 pounds goneA little fuck, shriveled up, with a hospital gown on(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) Keep pushin we fell bastardsTo get over, we prowl with slippery shell tacticsJiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-upsLil' niglette!What the fuck you recordin, "My Nig' Jr.?"(THE GAME AIN'T CHANGED!) It just got harderPlus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S dot CarterBrownsville (YEP!) We stomp through this bitch all dayRock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
[Billy Danze]Uh, uh, uhI'm from the G side of thangs (OHH) where we ride and bangWith a heat dat'll flame, that's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)Embedded in ya brainsAnd someone should be tellin 'em the veterans have cameAnd we're better in the game, YOU BET I'LL MAKE IT RAIN("27 a gram") My man, it's better than cocaineNow everything will change and this Family will rule the worldAnd you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and earl!A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mineSo it's my time to shine and for you to ride the pineI wont sit back and rap like these dumb-ass kidsI been around, I put it down, I aint these young-ass kids(M.O.P.) The O.G.'s repped and survived around this motherfucker(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherfuckerWhen it's crunch time, we do it our wizzayFor shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols in B.K.
[Jay-Z]WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!Turn my music high, high, high, high-erMO' fire, more Roc-a-wear attireMO' money, MO' murder now that M.O.P.'s hiredMO' further for the Roc Empire, y'all won't serve usY'ALL nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fireOne body, two body, three body, fourYoung sittin on paper, I'm above the lawYoung shittin on haters, I ain't fuckin with y'allFor my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore?"And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursiveJust add another million to these versesOne million, two million, three million, fourAnd the money's really worthless, I'm pissin you off on purposeMy nephew's situated, and my mom is straightSo I'm ready for whatever drama should come my wayAnd you niggaz rappin to me, so your drama is fakeYou dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bakeYou dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waistRazor blades under the tongue, I will eat your faceAppetite for destruction, I am starvin todayGot a money hungry lawyer that'll eat the caseAnd that's just food for thought, don't let it go to wasteNigga bite the bullet until you stuffin ya face, haI done forgot more than you ever learnedWhat you don't know will make your home a permanent urn, nigga!
"Do you believe it!!""You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing..""Do you believe it!!""You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing..""Do you believe it!!"
