Verse 1:
(Jay-Z)
Aiyyo
I got a resolution
This year I'm playin' right
No six fifteen this year
Yeah, you can stay the night
We can go bowlin'
It ain't like before
Can't y'all see that I'm growin'?
I was so immature
I was young and havin' money
Havin' honeys come to the crib
Thinkin' they shit
An' they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge
I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses'
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks I was fiendin' to smash
Let 'em lean on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Then break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I'm off that playa shit
I need a chick that practice Tai Chi
That still can by weed
Can give me some good head
I'll make her remind me, uh-huh
Chorus:
Amil: Hey papi
Jay-Z:
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
Amil: Hey papi
Jay-Z:
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
Amil: Hey papi
Jay-Z:
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
Amil: Hey papi
Jay-Z:
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
Verse 2:
(Memphis Bleek)
The only thing Bleek spinning is them chrome wheels
Spinnin' on them new rims
Home, suspended from school again
I'm grown
Still ill
Ladies love to be a deal
Like, "Bleek, can I feel up on your wood and grill?"
It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain
She give me good brain
Love the way I push my slang
Callin' my jack soon as the hop in my V
They catch a contact
Weed smoke all up in they weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy you catch me on anybody block
Rappin' the, the Roc
Hoes they all clock like
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Jay-Z)
I was the worse
I used to switch chicks every day
Had niggas mad for real
Like "I wish he was gay"
Cause they knew sooner or later hun was gettin' with Jay
Just a matter of time
She was gettin' with Jay
I'll have your chick in the tropics sippin' on 'zae
Spittin' up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade
She used to love ya
But she's feelin' different today
You used to smother her
Look at your honey, slippin' away
Consorting with hustlers
Niggas that be giving her space
She said she feel free when she's around me
I'm letting her do her and in turn she's doing me
She on the phone with her friends like, "How cool is he?"
Chorus (3 times)