Jigga That Ni**a - Jay-Z
Written by：Samuel Barnes/Jean Claude Olivier/Shawn Carter/Larry Gates
Roc-A-Fella y'all
It's the Roc
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
R.O. R.O.C. niggaz R.O.
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
Hov' R.O.C. niggaz R.O. whoo
It's Hov' R.O.C. niggaz Jay-Z
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick I'm so sick widdit
Lampin in the Hamptons the weekends man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or playin guts on the cruise Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm so old school
Yellow wrist watch Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks who is this hot
J-A ladies help me say it now
Y-Z mami why you playin with me
Ride with me get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be when you rollin with G's Hov'
Back up in this b**ch like whoa
Jigga get this whole b**ch jumpin like six-fo's
Hov' V is I and I am him
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
Hov' And so I breeze through jeans is Evisu
She's respondin top of C. Bronson
We in Luan whoo gettin our groove on
Buyin out the bar on our way to Spa'
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am killin 'em out there they needin first aid
Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade
The crib got killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
So sleep if you need to mami I will leave you
Right where you stand nah I don't wanna dance I'm good
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star I got a fast car
We can cruise the city doin a buck-sixty
Hov' V is I and I am him
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
He did it again haters no like
But they gotta f**k with it cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude I puff Bob Marley dude
All day like Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
You f**kin up my high don't bother me dude
But Red Rover send your hoes over
She can do whatever sip somethin with soda
She can leave whatever sip somethin with Hova
We can play however slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis sex is explosive
Left her with wet bedsheets ni**a I'm focused
Hov' V is I and I am him
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
Jigga Jigga that ni**a Jigga
R.O. R.O.C. niggaz
R.O.C. niggaz
Roc-A-Fella y'all
