paroles de chanson Cashmere Thoughts - Jay-Z

Hah hah hah hah yeah yeah
What it is player?
You player it's all about you
How you gon' say that man
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
Far as i'm concerned if I had your hand I cut mines off
Hah man you know man I'm just dealin that hoe money
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money
Check this out man when you run up on your bitch
This this is what you tell her
Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot

Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
Like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spittin venom up in the minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is cold like december
Smoother than persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth
I got the grey poupon, you been warned
'Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The don, smell of dom on my breath as I
Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
Then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
Notice, the child swift like a locust
Focus on the loc', I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio de Janeiro
Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin
You know the black eye, white, China in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nigga sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
And the only time you love 'em is when your dick hard

Whoooh! That's cashmere baby
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z

Yeah, baby
Motherfuckin' pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than that
Sho' you're right

Them niggas know

Check it out, check it out
Ghettoes, errol flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in
I gotta keep your tricks intact
'Cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack man
The star player, the golden bar layer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing player, sho' yo right
I'm game tight, so watch it change to night
Go tell your peeps dawg, I'm lethal til it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick, look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot