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  • Текст песни Jay-Z and The Verve - Dirt Off Your Shoulders vs. Bittersweet Symphony

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    If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
    Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
    Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
    Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

    [Verse One]
    I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
    Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
    Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
    Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grip I'm a boss
    Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
    All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
    All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
    But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
    Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
    Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
    Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
    I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc

    [Chorus]

    [Chorus Two]
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

    [Verse Two]
    Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
    I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
    Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
    Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
    But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
    Now fifty-two bars come it, now you feel 'em
    Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
    In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
    with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
    At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
    I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
    No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real

    [Chorus + Chorus Two]

    [Verse Three]
    Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
    Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
    I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
    I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that black
    I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
    As the best rapper alive nigga axe about me
    From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
    The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
    You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
    I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
    I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
    Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

    [Chorus + Chorus Two]

    You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest

    Best rapper alive, best rapper alive

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