Pssh the phone rings Do I pick it up? Pfft nah if it's important they'll ring back Because I like this song Jay-Z x Kanye West – Otis Lyrics [Otis Redding] It makes it easier, easier to bear You won’t regret it, no, no No, girl they won’t forget it Love is their home Happiness yeah Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her Never leave her… [Jay-Z] Sounds so soulful don’t you agree I invented swag Poppin’ bottles, puttin’ supermodels in the cab, proof I guess I got my swagger back, truth New watch alert, Hublot’s Or the big face Rollie I got two of those Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow Cock back, snap back See my cut through the holes [Kanye West] Damn Yeezy and Hov, Where the hell ya been? Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week I was in my other other Benz Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another ‘gain [Jay-Z] Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live from the Mercer Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya Flee in the G450 I might surface Political refugee, asylum can be purchased Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports I’m never going to jail [Kanye West] I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to hell Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain’t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa! [Jay-Z] Welcome to Havana Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas Viva Mexico, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Driving Benzes, wit’ no benefits Not bad huh? For some immigrants Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels Can’t you see? We gettin’ money up under you [Kanye] Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you? Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?” Jay is chillin’, ‘Ye is chillin’ What more can I say? We killin’ ‘em Hold up, before we end this campaign As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change And pray that all of their pain be champagne Not heard it? Listen Not your type of music? Then what's your fav song ATM? Dunno if it's my fav it was just on the tv at the time and I didn't want a really small thread
My ringtone Yeah, yeah, I'm up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa Right next to De Niro but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash box, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries Cruising down 8th Street, off white Lexus Driving so slow but BK is from Texas Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai's Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of brothers walking with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa, home of the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back For foreigners, it ain't, for they act like they forgot how to act 8 million stories, out there in the naked City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it Me, I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got it Made" If Jesus paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade Three dice, Cee-lo, three card Monte Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the kingdom I'm from the Empire State that's New York, hey, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Lined with casualties who slip through life casually Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style And in the winter gets cold, En Vogue, wit'cha skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her just like a bus route Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
I don't have a favorite song at the moment.. I think. But a few songs that have been stuck in my head are: Invicible - Hedley Dumb Love - Sean Kingston It Girl - Jason Derulo How To Love - Lil' Wayne I'm On One - Drake, DJ something something and.. someone else.. So yeah.. I recommend you check them out if you don't know what I'm talking about. They're catchy.