paroles de chanson Is That Yo Bitch - Timbaland , Jay-Z

[Verse 1--Jay-Z] Uh,
yo don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em
I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep
calling me BIG And my name is Jay-Z She be all on my dick Gradually
I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on
you sofa, man I eat a hostess from my open hand You coming home to
dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover man I never
kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'ma pimp her, Like It's over man Twista In the gold sedan Jigga man,
iceberg, with the frozen hands Wedding bells won't make it rosey
man [Hook--Missy Elliott] Oh is
that your bitch Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs Keep
looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill While you all
in his grill Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, bitch [Verse 2] Yo, yo.
why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin'
me to hit it raw So she can have my
kids and say it was yours How foul is she?
And you wifed her Shit,
I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home,
when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home,
but that's not your bitch You share that girl,
don't let 'em hear that he'll hurl It'll make 'em sick that his
favorite chick Ain't saving it,
unfaithful bitch [Hook] [Verse 3] Cool out homie You betta keep her
away from my balling clique Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks From catz who
order Cris play the floor with the Knicks It can only lead to
something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play
the four dot, Jigga man go first Then we all rock till we all hot You
know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock Got the bitches in
the smash Make them drawers drop fast
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga?
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga Cause I'mma hot black,
how in the hell can you stop that You
would fuck mine How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man- who you supposed to
be? [Hook] [Verse 4--Twista] Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off
Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your
bitch on the passenger side of me
flashing your money Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain
knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no
fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa
lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her ass To climax I
come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the
block Niggas rushing,
coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and fucking,
loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she's in love with a ridah