Інформація про пісню На цій сторінці ви можете ознайомитися з текстом пісні American Gangster, виконавця - Jay-Z. Дата випуску: 05.12.2007
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Мова пісні: Англійська
American Gangster |
| And you say New York City |
| Uh-huh, put your hands together |
| Young, uh-huh, yeah |
| Uh-huh, yes |
| I’m from the 80's, home of the heroine |
| Error of the hustlers, uh the world is my custy |
| New Rich Porter, the way I flip quarters |
| Front on all these other rap artists, but me |
| Momma was a mink wearer, papa ran numbers |
| So it’s plain to see where my whole plan come from |
| American dream, I’m livin' the life still |
| The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill |
| Still I’m grindin', army jacket linin' |
| 40 below timbs on, gettin' my M’s on |
| My best friends gone, I seen bad days |
| Still find songs that I hear him on |
| Gettin' my Mary J. Blige 'Reminisce' on |
| I hear his voice in my mind like nigga live on |
| So I get on that fly shit I been on |
| Spin on corners in Enzo with rims on |
| But for info, puffin' on endonesia |
| Give me amnesia |
| I ease up, that’s right |
| I’m high nigga, I want the sky |
| The world when I’m done I’ma give it to my sons |
| Let 'em live it up, split it up, switch it up, uh |
| Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done |
| The rest of my belonging’s belong in the hall of fame |
| A list of hits next to all my names |
| I came |
| I want the sky, baby |
| I want the sky, baby |
| If the sky should fall and it all goes tomorrow |
| And they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars |
| Don’t cry for me Argentina, I mobbed in the beamer |
| Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardinia |
| In Ibiza I had pizza in the club |
| Ladies know I’m that guy, they wanna piece of my love |
| Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime |
| Billie Jean, the goddamn boy ain’t mine |
| And the Roc break up had the people losin' hope |
| Can’t lie, they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes |
| Now I’m back in the go mode, back in the go-go's |
| Throwin' the diamond up, reppin' the logo |
| Rose gold rose flow, I’m okay though |
| What don’t kill me makes stronger than before so |
| Here we go and I’m not domino |
| When it all falls down, I’m like Kanye’s jaw |
| I might break but I don’t fold |
| Till I hold the sky in my hand |
| Yeah, that’s my goal |
| And then I bid you Freddy Adu |
| Prodigal Child, y’all not ready for the future |
| Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle |
| My name will be viewed such |
| Here’s to the man that refused to give up |
| I want the sky nigga, chuch |
| I want the sky, baby |
| I want the sky, baby |