I'm focused man
Tell Stout to holla at me man
Uh, young Hova, you heard
Trackmasters you heard
Yo, yes y'all, Jigga man be ballin'
Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin'
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis callin, for the Lord, darlin'
Jigga in call and ass drop
Coupes with half the top, dispose half my knot
Niggas mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not havin' a lot
I'm from the gutter and uh
I ain't the type to ever chase your boss
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state and block, word, Jigga's the hurt holla
Your lips are telling me yes, while you're kissin' on my neck
Makin' me feel so, should I stay, should I go, I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
The best of me
The best of me
Conversation ain't what, big thighs got you stuck
Feelings startin' to show, should I stay, should I go, I don't know
You're drivin' me crazy, I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
The best of me
The best of me, oh oh
5-4-3-2-1
Carolina blue kicks, hottest nigga on the block
Used to Willie bicycle since I was 6, uh
High school crossover, wave to wave picks
Music ain't the same shit, gave away hits
So ma get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
You act like Jigga can't get at whoever
Talkin' you got a man, okay ma and
That's high school, makin' me chase you 'round for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt, goddamn you flirt
What's a little me on top gon' hurt, maybe a little but
Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the "I-Like-It-Rough" type
We can crush tonight, tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice, get right (Young Hova)
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot
Trackmaster
Mister Tone
Best Of Me Video (MV)
Performed By: Jay-Z
Written by: Jean Claude Oliver, Larry Gates, Marcel Theo Hall, Marlon Lu'ree Williams, Mya Marie Harrison, Samuel J. Barnes, Shawn C. Carter, Teron O. Bryant Beal
Jay-Z - Best Of Me Lyrics
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I'm focused man
Tell Stout to holla at me man
Uh, young Hova, you heard
Trackmasters you heard
Yo, yes y'all, Jigga man be ballin'
Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin'
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis callin, for the Lord, darlin'
Jigga in call and ass drop
Coupes with half the top, dispose half my knot
Niggas mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not havin' a lot
I'm from the gutter and uh
I ain't the type to ever chase your boss
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state and block, word, Jigga's the hurt holla
Your lips are telling me yes, while you're kissin' on my neck
Makin' me feel so, should I stay, should I go, I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
The best of me
The best of me
Conversation ain't what, big thighs got you stuck
Feelings startin' to show, should I stay, should I go, I don't know
You're drivin' me crazy, I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
The best of me
The best of me, oh oh
5-4-3-2-1
Carolina blue kicks, hottest nigga on the block
Used to Willie bicycle since I was 6, uh
High school crossover, wave to wave picks
Music ain't the same shit, gave away hits
So ma get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
You act like Jigga can't get at whoever
Talkin' you got a man, okay ma and
That's high school, makin' me chase you 'round for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt, goddamn you flirt
What's a little me on top gon' hurt, maybe a little but
Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the "I-Like-It-Rough" type
We can crush tonight, tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice, get right (Young Hova)
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot
Trackmaster
Mister Tone
Tell Stout to holla at me man
Uh, young Hova, you heard
Trackmasters you heard
Yo, yes y'all, Jigga man be ballin'
Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin'
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis callin, for the Lord, darlin'
Jigga in call and ass drop
Coupes with half the top, dispose half my knot
Niggas mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not havin' a lot
I'm from the gutter and uh
I ain't the type to ever chase your boss
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state and block, word, Jigga's the hurt holla
Your lips are telling me yes, while you're kissin' on my neck
Makin' me feel so, should I stay, should I go, I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
The best of me
The best of me
Conversation ain't what, big thighs got you stuck
Feelings startin' to show, should I stay, should I go, I don't know
You're drivin' me crazy, I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
The best of me
The best of me, oh oh
5-4-3-2-1
Carolina blue kicks, hottest nigga on the block
Used to Willie bicycle since I was 6, uh
High school crossover, wave to wave picks
Music ain't the same shit, gave away hits
So ma get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
You act like Jigga can't get at whoever
Talkin' you got a man, okay ma and
That's high school, makin' me chase you 'round for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt, goddamn you flirt
What's a little me on top gon' hurt, maybe a little but
Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the "I-Like-It-Rough" type
We can crush tonight, tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice, get right (Young Hova)
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me
I can't let you get
The best of me
Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot
Trackmaster
Mister Tone
Writer: Jean Claude Oliver, Larry Gates, Marcel Theo Hall, Marlon Lu'ree Williams, Mya Marie Harrison, Samuel J. Barnes, Shawn C. Carter, Teron O. Bryant Beal
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC