JAY-Z, Young Chris - N***a Please Lyrics

What, uh, c'mon, uh
Keep the change, my nigga (it's too late)
(Uh, uh, Young, Neptunes)
It's too late for that
Don't try to switch up the game, man (Young Chris)
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
(Roc in the building)
(Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars)
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
(Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla)
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no TECs like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you don't be getting no hoes
With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo Blahnik, I'm going through they body like an ultrasonic
You ain't got 'em blowin' no chronic
Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no TECs like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Uh, pimp strolling on 'em
Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em
Paper foldin' on 'em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em
Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em
Snitch got pinched but he told it on 'em
Lawyers got it adjourned, 'til I squeeze 'em on him
There's witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em
Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like Real TV
That chick, that's me, that six, that's me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea
Nigga please

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no TECs like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Yo, yo
Nigga please, y'all ain't seeing no checks like these (no)
Y'all don't run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Y'all don't rock your Rocawear Nike checks like we
Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we
My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us
You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us
Ay, y'all ain't being like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us
They move the D's when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust
Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us
Nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got OG's like me
B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem
Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team
Thinkin' they can outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no TECs like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Amazing man, got your Elvis soul
I made my money, I don't trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I drive the gremlin's crazy
You wanna know the time?
Better have your shades

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no TECs like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these