paroles de chanson Interlude - Jay-Z
This
is
a
public
service
announcement
Sponsored
by
Just
Blaze
and
the
good
folks
at
Roc-A-Fella
Records
Fellow
Americans,
it
is
with
the
utmost
pride
and
sincerity
That
I
present
this
recording,
as
a
living
testament
and
recollection
Of
history
in
the
making
during
our
generation
Allow
me
to
re-introduce
myself
My
name
is
Hov,
OH,
H-to-the-O-V
I
used
to
move
snowflakes
by
the
O-Z
I
guess
even
back
then
you
can
call
me
CEO
of
the
R-O-C,
Hov
Fresh
out
the
frying
pan
into
the
fire
I
be
the
music
biz
number
one
supplier
Flyer
than
a
piece
of
paper
bearin'
my
name
Got
the
hottest
chick
in
the
game
wearin'
my
chain,
that's
right
Hov
(oh),
not
D.O.C.
But
similar
to
them
letters,
"No
One
Can
Do
it
Better"
I
check
cheddar
like
a
food
inspector
My
homie
Strict
told
me,
"Dude
finish
your
breakfast"
So
that's
what
I'ma
do,
take
you
back
to
the
dude
With
the
Lexus,
fast-forward
the
jewels
and
the
necklace
Let
me
tell
you
dudes
what
I
do
to
protect
this
I
shoot
at
you
actors
like
movie
directors
This
ain't
a
movie
dog
(oh
shit)
Now
before
I
finish,
let
me
just
say
I
did
not
come
here
to
show
out,
did
not
come
here
to
impress
you
Because
to
tell
you
the
truth
when
I
leave
here
I'm
gone
And
I
don't
care
what
you
think
about
me,
but
just
remember
When
it
hits
the
fan
brother,
whether
it's
next
year,
ten
years,
twenty
years
from
now
You'll
never
be
able
to
say
that
these
brothers
lied
to
you
jack
Ving
ain't
lie
I
done
came
through
the
block
in
everything
that's
fly
I'm
like,
Che
Guevara
with
bling
on,
I'm
complex
I
never
claimed
to
have
wings
on
Nigga,
I
get
my
"By
any
means"
on
whenever
there's
a
drought
Get
your
umbrellas
out
because,
that's
when
I
brainstorm
You
can
blame
Shawn,
but
I
ain't
invent
the
game
I
just
rolled
the
dice,
trying
to
get
some
change
And
I
do
it
twice,
ain't
no
sense
in
me
Lying
as
if
I
am
a
different
man
And
I
could
blame
my
environment
but
There
ain't
no
reason
why
I
be
buying
expensive
chains
Hope
you
don't
think
users
are
the
only
abusers
Niggas
getting
high
within
the
game
If
you
do
then,
how
would
you
explain?
I'm
ten
years
removed,
still
the
vibe
is
in
my
veins
I
got
a
hustler
spirit,
nigga
period
Check
out
my
hat
yo,
peep
the
way
I
wear
it
Check
out
my
swag,
yo,
I
walk
like
a
ballplayer
No
matter
where
you
go,
you
are
what
you
are
player
And
you
can
try
to
change,
but
that's
just
the
top
layer
Man,
you
was
who
you
was
'fore
you
got
here
Only
God
can
judge
me,
so
I'm
gone
Either
love
me,
or
leave
me
alone
Now,
back
to
our
regularly
scheduled
program,
L'Album
Noir:
The
Black
Album
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