Pop 4 Roc: accordi di
Jay-z
Jay-z

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Tonalità: Ab major
Verse 1
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All right, yeah,
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uh -huh, all right
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Watch this, y 'all, uh -huh, all right
I know you hate me
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Would you love me if
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I popped lots?
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Would you hate me if I just
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I knew you'd love me
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Feel this, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
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See me comin' through here, son
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Just a swingin' my shit with somethin'
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Gucci on clingin' to my hip,
frontin' with the Star -Tek
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Ringin' in the wind, icy ears,
neck fingers tickin', uh
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Bout to show wow with the chose app,
shit I don't fuck with no Stingy,
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nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi, nigga
What I'ma do with your lil'
blunts and Henny, nigga
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I'ma make you corn with the
pretty Bentley, nigga, uh
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My niggas will ride for me
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You should see all the things
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they buy for me, uh
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It's obvious how I spend my time
Around ballers all day,
don't have to spend a dime
Calling up room service
when it's dinner time
Get my tan on in the tropics
in the winter time
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Would you love me,
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if we couldn't cop the drop
Would you hate me,
if we couldn't drop the cop
Would you love me,
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cause you know we pop for rock
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Would you hate me,
cause you know we got
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shit locked
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Ayo, we gon' stop this here
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Get this clear,
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the general to rock in here
Beanie Seagull,
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hottest thing on the block this year
Keep the eagle,
we can bang out to the cops in here
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Forget about it, you don't know me, yo,
stop the stares
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I've been about it, pop you,
then pop your peers
You know how I do,
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6 '2", top be clear
You know how I play,
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low layer, rocker wear
Cat Seagull in the kitchen,
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balloon in the pie
Y 'all cats know from whom to buy
Y 'all niggas know if y 'all cross Mack,
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y soon to die
Cause you know I bring
heat like June and July
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Spit like August, I'm the truth,
I'm not lyin'
I'm the reason why Jay
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feel com fortable retiring
I gotta laugh,
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cause y 'all work hard at this shit
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Think about it yo, I just started this shit
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Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit
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Scary sight, y 'all niggas feel me right
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God damn yo, I barely write
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But every rhyme be in check
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like a paranoid
Would you love me?
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If we couldn't cop the drop
Would you hate me?
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If we couldn't drop the cop
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Would you love me?
Cause you know we pop a rock
Would you hate me?
Cause you know we got shit locked
Would you love me?
If we couldn't cop the drop
Would you hate me?
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If we couldn't drop the cop
Cause you know we pop from crime
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An d you know we got you locked
Well I'm gold now,
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myth man comin' to age
And I'm grown now,
sittin' on chrome now
I'm the youngest gun,
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I get it on with anyone
I've been in 30 beats,
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shit I'm barely 21
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Guns, I hold em like offensive linemen
Bring em back to the streets
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like a brick on Kasami
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In the lining of the Mark Buchanan,
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spark to hammers
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Myth man gold, marks to understand it
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We don't engage in war, we alone
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Armistuce style, beat niggas to a pulp
Kumi broke, nigga, he just told three jokes
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Me, Biggs, and Dane, we get some things
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See the six, Danes
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Me and Biggs, living the range
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Mines platinum, his champagne
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Niggas whisper, cause they talk,
they get slain
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Y 'all's looking for me
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in a chocolate bricks cane
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Left the same night in the morning,
the chips came
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I just use rap to put shit in my name
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The death just a matter of time,
the hits been arranged
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Contract signed, the shit's in your name
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Mr. Lane, rap niggas, I'm the king
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Motherfuck the ring, mami, kiss the chain
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I don't got game to waste on y 'all
I don't think where my dick go,
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chase my balls
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I'm a hustler, hit me with an A for brawl
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And when I get on top,
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I will blaze all y 'all
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Keep you laced and more,
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I know you want some things
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I drink a lot of water, mami, come clean
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Tick side, pump hard and dump hard
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Cause we got a bumper to bump off
Rap niggas, y 'all days are numbered
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Nobody drop nothin' next summer
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Would you love me?
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If we couldn't cop the drop
Would you hate me?
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If we couldn't drop the cop
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I know you love me
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Cause you know we pop for prop
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I know you hate me
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Cause you know we got shit locked
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Would you love me?
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If we couldn't cop the drop
Would you hate me?
If we couldn't drop the cop
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I know you love me
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Cause you know we pop for prop
I know you hate me
And you know we got shit locked
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R .O .C. for the two triple O
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You heard me?
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You about to witness a dynasty like no other
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B .D. Single, General, Millie Yall,
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Diana Ross of the Rock,
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Met Blink, Young God, Jigga
Man, get your mind right, niggas.

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