Show You How
Title | Show You How |
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Artist | JAY-Z |
Album | The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse |
Release Date | 2002-11-12 |
Description | The essence of The Blueprint. Over some thumping Just Blaze production, Jay gives us an explicit insight in to exactly how to ball as hard as he does. This track was a precursor to “Change Clothes”, and really kicked off his “no jersey’s” attitude that came to define his more mature, grown persona. |
Lyrics | [Intro] Catch up, niggas [Verse] Damn you fadin' 'em Hov', how you gave 'em that? Audemar Piguet with the alligator strap Sick of y'all niggas with ya Now and Later raps Rap about it now, hope you get it later Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON) But this particular watch be a one of one That means none before it, none to come The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON) You ain't heard? I push the six when the fives is out You can't fight me, in the Porsche I'll box you out (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON) We don't drive X5s we give 'em to baby-mammas Push the big top that shaped like a Kansas chicken snack box I get it crackin' when I'm backin' out the garage A 360 drop Ferrar', shutdown manhattan Bucket low, like fuck it, though Nikes on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON) Nigga I'm a check writer, you're royalty receivers Y'all eatin' off Per Diem, on the low like a caesar Pay ya taxes, y'all niggas hustlin' backwards I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON) How you want it, my jeans is 300 These ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu Top is Roc, you know the rest A big bucket of frozen water on my chest (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON) Listen man, get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up Or get a gun, a mask, an escape route Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house And ma don't give him nothin', unless he's treatin' you special Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON) Look, think big, fuck gettin' your nails done Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon (I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON) And if your man got you baggin' up, it could be worse Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purseYou might also like |