Versuri 04. Encore

Thank you, thank you 
Thank you, you're far too kind 
 
Now can I get an encore, do you want more 
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy 
So for one last time I need y'all to roar 
Now what the hell are you waitin for? 
After me, there shall be no more 
So for one last time, nigga make some noise 
 
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that 
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at 
Can't none of y'all mirror me back 
Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime 
 
I'm, young H O, rap's Grateful Dead 
Back to take over the globe, now break bread 
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express 
Out the country but the blueberry still connect 
 
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck 
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep 
Grand openin', grand closin' 
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again 
 
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen 
just draw off inspiration 
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him 
with cheap imitations for dese generations 
 
Now can I get an encore, do you want more 
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy 
So for one last time I need y'all to roar 
(What the hell are you waiting for?) 
 
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you 
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you 
When you first come in the game, they try to play you 
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you 
 
From Marcy to Madison Square 
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years 
(Yea) 
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears 
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say goodbye 
 
When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the four five 
It ain't to play games witchu 
It's to aim at you, probably maim you 
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens 
 
Cocksucker take one for your team 
And I need you to remember one thing 
(One thing) 
I came, I saw, I conquered 
From record sales, to sold out concerts 
So muh'fucker if you want this encore 
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore 
 
Ow, it's star time, this man is made 
He's killin' all y'all jive turkeys 
Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? 
Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man 
 
Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage 
Say Hova, c'mon say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out there? 
( Hova,  Hova) 
Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder! 
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin' 'bout 
They love you Jigga, they love you Jigga! 
 
I like the way this one feel 
It's so muh'fuckin' soulful man 
(Whoah, whoah, whoah) 
Yeah, okay 
(Hova,  Hova) 
 
So this here is the victory lap 
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back 
After a year of them 16's, it's one point two 
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin' two 
 
You wanted to gain attention new dudes 
I can get you B E T and T R L too 
You wanna be in the public, send your budget 
Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' 
 
Young did it to death, you gotta love it 
Record companies told me I couldn't cut it 
Now look at me, all star studded 
Golfer above par like I putted 
 
All 'cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous 
How sick is this? You want to bang 
Send Kanye change, send just some dust 
Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit 
A little somethin' like this, woo 
(What the hell are you waiting for?)