Bam


Lyrics to 'Bam' by Jay Z:

–Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z–
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement, yard
Hood boy no live in a tenement, yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much so, so, so, so, so
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
And so, so, so, so, so
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

–Verse 1: Jay Z–
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fucking opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to Hell you tell ’em blanco sent you
I can’t take no threats I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen the work la roc so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your live my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in flight mode and that was killing me
I was movin’ them kilos help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got Effen too
Before we had A&R’s we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Tata jumped over niggas and he’s like 5′ 6″
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pop when we was outta options

–Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z–
Gangsta no live in a tenement, yard
Hood boy no live in a tenement, yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them so, so, so, so, so
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them so, so, so, so, so
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

–Verse 2: Jay Z–
Put that drum in your ear don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody ya heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a nation Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig I’ma give y’all what you want

–Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay Z–
Gangsta no live in a tenement, yard
Dreadlocks no live in a tenement, yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them so, so, so, so, so
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them so, so, so, so, so
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

–Outro: Damian Marley–
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, loud
I miss a what a bam bam (do it Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
[?] people go on mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
[?]
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

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