Cant Knock The Hustle Lyrics by Jay-Z

Cant Knock The Hustle Lyrics

    [Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
    Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
    What it is player?
    You player, it's all about you
    How you gon' say that man
    If i had your hand i'd turn mine in
    Far as i'm concerned, if i had your hand, i cut mines off
    Hah man, you know man, i'm just dealin that hoe money
    You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money
    Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
    This this is what you tell her
    Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
    Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot

    [Jay-Z]
    Uhh, i talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
    Like a hymen, when i'm rhymin with remarkable timin
    Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
    Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
    Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
    Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like december
    Smoother than persian rugs, the cashmere
    Chromosomes make a nigga jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
    Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
    Words worth a million like i'm rappin em through platinum teeth
    I got the grey poupon, you been warned
    Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
    The don, smell of dom on my breath as i
    Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
    As if you didn't know, jay's about gettin dough
    Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
    I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
    Honies hum in melody when i, rub it like crystal
    The proper ettiquette, when i drop the subject verb
    Then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
    I'm solid gold, i rap like a mink stole
    I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
    From new york, to paris, the vocal style vary
    From nice to deadly like a bad bag of d, now
    Notice, the child swift like a locust
    Focus on the loc' i be the greatest nigga that wrote it
    Return of the jedi, from rio degenero
    Worn da red eye, yet i, still feel the need to be fly
    I did die when i'm rappin then slide like satin
    You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
    I never cry if i did i'd cry ice
    From my nigga sauce, i hit you with this advice
    Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
    And the only time you love em is when your dick hard

    Whoooh! that's cashmere baby
    Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
    Man, shit, j to the a to the y to the z
    Yeah baby
    Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
    Cashmere baby
    Don't get no hotter than that
    Sho' you're right
    Them niggaz know

    Check it out, check it out
    Ghettoes, errol flynn, hot like heroin
    Young pimps is sterile when i pimp through your burough in
    I gotta keep your tricks intact
    Cause i walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man
    The star player, the golden bar layer
    The sweet ms. fine thing puh-layah, sho' yo right
    I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
    Go tell your peeps dawg i'm lethal til it ain't right
    I pimp hard on a trick, look
    Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot

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