Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Jay Z - What more can I say? ------------------------------------------ (Are you not entertained?) (Are..you..not..entertained?) (Is this not why you´re here?) Uh, Uh, Huh Turn the music up Turn me down Guru...Lets go get ´em again This time it´s for the money my nigga Brooklyn stand up [Verse One] There´s never been a nigga this good for this long This hood Or this pop is hot Or this strong With so many different flows This ones for this song The next one i´ll switch up This one will get bit up These fucks To lazy to make up shit They crazy They don´t...paint pictures They just trace me You know what Soon they forget who they plucked They whole style from And try to reverse the outcome I´m like...CLUCK I´m not a biter I´m a writter For myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse i´m only biggin up my brother Biggin up my borough I´m big enough to do it I´m that therough Plus I know my own flow is foolish So the rings and things you sing about Bring em out It´s hard to yell when the bar-rel´s in your mouth I´m in...New sneakers Deuce seaters A few Diva´s What more can I tell you Let me spell it for you W-I-Double L-I-E Nobody truer than H-O-V And i´m back for more New Yorks ambassador Prime Minister back to finish my business up [Chorus: Singing] What more can I say? What more can I do? I give this all to you I know this much is true My Life (Look at my life) (See what I see) [Verse Two] You already know what i´m about Flyin birds down south Movin wet off the step Purple Rain in the drought Stuntin on hoes Brushin off my shirt But ain´t nothin on my clothes ´Cept my chain My name Young H-O Pitch the yea faithful Even if they patrol I make payroll Benz paid for Friends they roll Private jets down to Turks and Kayko´s Chrys case loads I don´t give a shit Nigga one life to live I can´t let a day go Bye Without me being fly Fresh to death Head to toe until the day I rest And I don´t wear jerseys i´m thirty plus Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups S dots on my feet Make a cypher comeplete What more can I say Guru play the beat We gonna let this ride into the hook I´mma snap my fingers on this one What more can I say to you? Get my grown man on LET´S GO (What more can I say?) [Verse Three] Now you know ass is willie When they got you in a mag For like half a billi And your ass ain´t Lilly White That mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly It´s both I don´t mean to boast But damn if I don´t brag Them crackers gonna act like I ain´t on they ads The Martha Stewart That´s far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student Just had the balls to do it And no i´m not through with it In fact i´m just previewin it This ain´t the show i´m just EQ´in it One, Two and I won´t stop abusin it To gropie girls stop false accusin it Back to the music The mayback roof is translucent Niggas got a problem Houston What up B They can´t shut up me Shut down I Not even P.E. I´mma ride God forgive me for my brash deivery But I remember vivily What these streets did to me So picture me Lettin these clowns nit pick at me Paint me like a pickiny I will literally Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead Tell her please forgive me Then squeeze until your forhead I´m not the one to score points off In fact I got a joint to knock your points off Young Hova the God nigga blasphemy I´m at the Trump International Ask for me I ain´t never scared I´m everywhere You ain´t never there Nigga why would I ever care Pound for pound i´m the best to ever come around here Excluding nobody Look what I embody The soul of a hustler I really ran the street I CEO´s mine That marketing plan was me And no I ain´t get shot up a whole bunch of times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I ain´t animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times Times that by my influence On pop culutre I supposed to be number one on everybodys list We´ll see what happens when I no longer exist Fuck this (What more can I say?)