paroles de chanson Encore - Jay-Z

Thank you, thank you, thank you
You're far too kind
Woo

Yeah, woo, woo, uh-huh

Can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime

I'm, young H-O, rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep

Grand openin', grand closin'
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him
With no pen just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations

Can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
What the hell are you waitin for

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you

From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all-time high
Perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the 4-5
It ain't to play games with you
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens

Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So motherfucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

Oww, it's star time
This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?
Well, if y'all want more of the Jigga man
Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to stage
Say "HOVA", come on, say it
HOVA, HOVA, HOVA
Are y'all out there? Are y'all out there?
C'mon, louder
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about
They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga!

I like the way this one feel
It's so motherfuckin' soulful, man
Yeah, okay

So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin' two
You wanted to gain attention new dudes
I can get you BET and TRL too
You wanna be in the public, send your budget
Well, fuck it, I ain't budgin'

Young did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star-studded
Golfer above par like I putted

All 'cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this?
You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some ducks
Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
A little somethin like this (woo, woo)

What the hell are you waiting for?