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Utwór: Big chips

  • wykonawca: Jay-Z
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     feat. R.Kelly
  
  [Chorus: R. Kelly]
  Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
  We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
  We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
  The way the wrist shine it's so magical
  You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
  Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
  With the second comin of Best Of Both
  In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin?
  
  [Verse 1: Jay-Z] (R. Kelly)
  Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga
  Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh)
  Any day they could dig your grave
  Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig
  No reward that's the risk is taken
  In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places
  I on the other hand relish the situation
  Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious
  I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
  I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
  From the time that I bought it I just replaced it
  I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this
  Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this
  Ma you rollin I'm as real as it gets
  
  [Chorus: R. Kelly]
  Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
  We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
  We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
  The way the wrist shine it's so magical
  You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
  Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
  With the second comin of Best Of Both
  In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin??
  
  [Verse 2: R. Kelly]
  Big chips! I can't take this
  The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
  You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
  Before I toss chips first, get naked
  I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
  Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
  Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious
  Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!)
  So go low mama, give it a go
  As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio!
  Girl you so good I'm swervin like whoa! whoa!
  Uh oh! Uh uh oh! from the club to the stretch
  Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite!
  
  [Chorus: R. Kelly]
  Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
  We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
  We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
  The way the wrist shine it's so magical
  You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
  Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
  With the second comin of Best Of Both
  In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin??
  
  [Verse 3: Jay-Z]
  Big chips! I'm a boss I said
  Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
  Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
  And the pigeons start flockin, ballin like Bishop (?)
  And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
  So any gunplay that is an option
  I been doin this since niggaz was woppin
  Rockin Izods with the matchin socks, and
  Slap boxin in the back park and when the girls start watchin
  Try to get real, you had to drop 'em
  See I ain't never been a fronter
  Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
  Either you're comin or I one ya
  Either you know what you want ma,
  I don't even want ya
  You play pretty if you wanna
  
  [Chorus: R. Kelly]
  Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
  We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
  We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
  The way the wrist shine it's so magical
  You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
  Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
  With the second comin of Best Of Both
  In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin? big chips!
  
  [Bridge: R. Kelly]
  All around the world, stop where the sun sets
  Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
  You wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
  Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets
  Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
  Do you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
  
  [Outro: R. Kelly]
  Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
  What's really good, we in the islands
  chillin in the shade and shit you know
  Blue waters, yellow sand, uh
  Either I'm high or, I think I just saw a dolphin
  
  

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