Jigga That Nigga

Artist:Jay-Z
Song:Jigga That Nigga
Roc-A-Fella yall
Its the Roc!
Jigga,Jigga,that nigga Jigga
R.O.,R.O.C.niggaz,R.O.
Jigga,Jigga,that nigga Jigga
Hov!R.O.C.niggaz,R.O.,whoo!
Jigga,Jigga,that nigga Jigga
Its Hov!R.O.C.niggaz
Jay-Z]
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick,Im so sick widdit
Lampin in the Hamptons,the weekends man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or playin guts on the cruise,Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on Im so old school
Yellow wrist watch,Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks,who is this hot?
J-A,ladies help me say it now
Y-Z,mami why you playin with me?
Ride with me,get high as me
Its how its supposed to be,when you rollin with Gs,Hov!
Back up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fos
Chorus]
（Hov!）V is I,and I am him
（Jigga,Jigga,that nigga Jigga!）
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
（Jigga,Jigga,that nigga Jigga! ）
And if yall got love for me I got love for yall
（Jigga,Jigga,that nigga Jigga!）
And if yall go to war for me I go to war wit yall
（ Jigga,Jigga,that nigga Jigga!）
Jay-Z]
Hov!And so I breeze through,jeans is Evisu
Shes respondin,top of C.Bronson
We in Luan（whoo! ）gettin our groove on
Buyin out the bar,on our way to Spa
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-twos on the6before
I am,killinem out there,they needin first aid
Cause the boy got more6s than first grade
The crib got,killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
So,sleep if you need to,mami I will leave you
Right where you stand,nah I dont wanna dance（Im good）
I just wanna see whats in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star,I got a fast car
We can cruise the city,doin a buck-sixty
Chorus]
Jay-Z]
He did it again!Haters no like
But they gotta fuck with it cause the flows so tight
Gnarly dude!I puff Bob Marley dude
All day,like Rastafaris do
Now Im stuck to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin up my high,dont bother me dude
But Red Rover,send your hoes over
She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda
She can leave WHENEVER,sip somethin with Hova
We can play HOWEVER,slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis,sex is explosive
Left her with wet bedsheets,nigga Im focused
Chorus]
Jay-Z]
R.O.,R.O.C.niggaz..
R.O.C.niggaz
（Roc-A-Fella yall!）