Dirt off your shoulder lyrics

Artist  : Jay-z 
Song : Dirt off your shoulder
 



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Turn the music up in the headphones

Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off
nigga

I got you, yeah



[Chorus: Jay-Z]

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]



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