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Jay Z Collision Course

out, 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

ride, make you feel it inside your belly If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you

, so All these mags try and use our ass So, advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take us as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z

belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me I am a little

me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time when I tried so H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, help me out Oh, they havin' a good o' time out

SO All these mags try and use our ass So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers I don't know what you take us as or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z

Ha Ha You're wasting your talent, Randy It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what

me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time when I tried so H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, help me out Oh, they havin' a good o' time out

(feat. Jay-Z) 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