Представляем точный текст композиции "What More Can I Say'" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jay-Z . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «What More Can I Say'» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jay-Z передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jay-Z - "What More Can I Say'"
Lyrics to What More Can I Say' : "Are you not entertained' Are you not entertained'" "Is this not why you are here'" [Jay-Z] Uh uh-huh.. Uh uh-huh UHH {*crowd noise gets louder*} Turn the music up, turn me down Guru.. lets go get em again This time its for the money my nigga Brooklyn, stand up [Verse One] Theres never been a nigga this good for this long This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong With so many different flows theres one for this song The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy They dont, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what' Soon they forget where they plucked they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome Im like - TOUGH! Im not a biter Im a writer for myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse, Im only biggin up my brother Biggin up my borough, Im big enough to do it Im that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish So them rings and things you sing about, bring em out Its hard to yell when the bar-rells in your mouth Im in - new sneakers, dual-seaters Few divas, what more can I tell you' Let me spell it for you Double-U I, double-L, I-E Nobody truer than, H-O-V And Im back for more, New Yorks ambassador Prime Minister, back to finish my business up [Chorus] What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy' What more can I doooooooooooo' I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue [Jay-Z] What more can I say to you' You heard it all [Verse Two] You already know what Im about, flyin birds down South Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt But aint nuttin on my clothes cept my chain, my name Young H-O pitch the yay faithful Even if they patrol I make payroll Benz paid fo, friends they roll Private jets down to Church and Caycos Crist caseloads, I dont give a shit Nigga one life to live, I cant let a day go by without me bein fly or fresh to death Head to toe til the day I rest And I dont wear jerseys, Im thirty plus Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga button up S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete What more can I say' Guru play the beat! We gon let this ride into the hook - Ima snap my fingers on this one What more can I say to you' - Get my grown man on LETS GO! (What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy') [Verse Three] Now you know yo ass is Willie when they got you in the mag for like half a billy, and yo ass aint lily white that mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly - its both I dont mean to boast, but damn if I dont brag Them crackers gon act like I aint on they ass To Martha Stewart, thats far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it And no Im not through with it In fact, Im just previewin it This aint the show, Im just EQn it One-two and I wont stop abusin it To groupie girls, stop false accusin it Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh What up B, they cant shut up me Shut down I, not even P.E., Ima ride God forgive me for my brash delivery But I remember vividly what these streets did to me So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me Paint me like a pickany I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full head Im not the one to score points off, in fact I got a joint thatll knock yo points off Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy Im at the Trump International, ask for me I aint never scared, Im everywhere you aint never there And nigga, why would I ever care' Pound for pound Im the best to ever come around here Excludin nobody, look what I embody The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street A CEOs mind, that marketin plan was me And no I aint get shot up a whole bunch of times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I aint animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+ But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times Times that by my influence on pop culture Im supposed to be number one on everybody list Well see what happens when I no longer exist Fuck this! (What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy') [ What More Can I Say' Lyrics ]
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