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Lyrics for Cashmere Thoughts by Jay-Z:
| | | Artist: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Reasonable Doubt | | Track: | Cashmere Thoughts | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 135 | | | | Lyrics: | Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is
player?
You player, it's all about you
How you gon' say that man
If I had your hand
I'd turn mine in
Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off
Hah man, you
know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho'
money
Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
this this is what you tell
her
Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop
it like it's hot
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
like
a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is
linen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type
similar
Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December
Smoother than Persian
rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold
pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum
teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet
mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a
pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your
earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when I, rub
it like crystal
The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
then the predicate,
with this rich nigga preterite
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl
tongues your world'll never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice
to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
notice, the child swift like a locust
Focus on the loc'
I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
Worn da red
eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rappin then slide like
satin
You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry
ice
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick
hard
and the only time you love em is when your dick hard
Whoooh! That's cashmere
baby
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the
Z
Yeah baby
Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no
hotter than that
Sho' you're right
Them niggaz know
Check it out, check it
out
Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your
burough in
I gotta keep your tricks intact
Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack
man
The star player, the golden bar layer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo
right
I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal
til it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick, look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on
your good foot | | | |
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