Lyrics Jigga That N**** - Live - Jay-Z

After the show it's the after party then
After the party it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's probably this
RO
ROC nigga's
OK let y'all get up again, feel this this
Ro ROC niggas
ROC niggas
RO ROC niggas
Come on the track (duh duh da-da)
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Adidas and the Campus
Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes boat shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm 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
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'!
Back up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo's
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 y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's responding, top is C. Ronson
We in Luan 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-two's on the six before
I am, killin 'em out there, they needin first aid
Cause the boy got more 6's 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 don't wanna dance
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants
Weight 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
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 y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
Hov Uh Uh Uh Uh
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
Hov
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
(Audience singing)
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
"He did it again!" Haters no like
But they gotta fuck with it cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude! (I puff Bob Marley dude)
All day, like Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin up my high, don't 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, sleigh bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is explosive
Left her with bedsheets, nigga I'm focused man
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 y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
Hov
ROC niggas
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
RO ROC niggas
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
RO ROC Niggas keep it going with me
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
(RO ROC niggas)
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
(RO ROC niggas)
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
RO ROC niggas
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
Yeah man
Yeah man
Throw it up one time for me
I love it man
I love it
Ladies and gentlemen
Thanks for coming out this evening
Hold on
Taking requests in an hour
But for now forreal
Honestly wanna thank everybody in this building for coming out having fun with us
I might do it again, I had a whole bunch of fun
Let me just find out if I can do it again don't move
No don't move I'm not gonna leave
She said I was gonna leave

(Jay-Z)
Lemme take yall somewhere else right now

Lemme get y'all to zone out wit' me, man
(Its a'ight, don't be scared)
Take y'all niggas left and center (zone out wit')
Bullshit
I hear the people talk (I hear y'all)
Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me)
Your kind is hard to find
Darling, I'm glad you're mine
I hear the people talk (I hear y'all)
Whistling when you walk (Y'all hear me)
Your kind is hard to find
Darling, I'm glad you're mine
I speak through music, I reach you dudes
We can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoes
I refuse to lose
I peep you creeps three months in advance
I see right through ya, Judas!
The man that I am and damn you don't know
The harder you go at me the harder I flow
Let's do this
I'm just a mirror reflectin' your image
The minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace
There's nothin' to it
Pull hammers from my waist
We can clap at this amateur pace
If that's what's crackin'
Or we can play this on "All Madden"
Can you even fathom not havin' a fear in the world
I'm cool in my afterlife
If I'm readin' these chapters right
Please what have you, I breeze through Matthews
Bleed if I have to, you cowards die a thousand deaths
Fake fucks face-down on your housing steps
Are y'all even gettin' this message?
I ain't bein' aggressive
But if you testin' my life then, shit, I gotta answer
Gotta cut off the cancer, young'n, pull your pants up
You gettin' too big for ya britches
You fuckin' wit' a dude that did it wit' digits
Breathing's a privilege
Don't you know when you're defeated?
Won't you though? Throw in the towel
I'm better with vowels
I'm a man of principles; damn-near invincible
In my own mind now that my soul's aligned
I didn't know before now my role's defined:
Take hold and control what's mine
Come and get me!
Come and take my life, you comin' wit me
Come and try to take me for granted
I'll take you off this planet
Dammit, man this is the gift from God
This ain't happenstance
And your arms are too short to box
Plus we knuckle up unorthodox
You can't take me off my grind, get off my cock
Whatchu thought? It's the Roc
I hear the... (I hear the ...)
Back in the mix of the scuffle
Since '86 I was sick with the hustle (Woo!)
Get a couple of chicks to touch you (Woo!)
Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers
Heh-heh
Thought I was playin' but you niggas'll stop now
I ain't gotta sell another record in my life
The Blueprint 2, baby! (Mm-hmm)
See y'all in November (Oh shit!)
I hear the people talk (C'mon)
Yes sir and when you walk (C'mon)
Your kind is hard to find
Darling, I'm
Darling, I'm
Darling, I'm