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JAY-Z lyrics : "Cashmere Thoughts"

[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 (*##$
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 %#@! is col-l-l-ld like December

Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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, %#@!, J to the A to the Y to the Z
Yeah baby

Mother$#&@in pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than that

Sho' you're right
Them ^!$$%z know


Check it out, check it out
Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like !@(%
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
$#&@ if your leg broke (*##$, hop up on your good foot

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