[Pharrell (Jay Z)]
What, uh, c'mon.. uh
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late
(Uh, uh, young, Neptunes) (Young Chris)
It's too late for that
(Young Chris)
Don't gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
(ROC in the building)
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
(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)
[Hook: Pharrell (Jay Z)]
My nigga, please - you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please - you pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please - you ain't holdin' no techs like these
My nigga, please - you don't pop open vests like these
(My nigga please, uh-huh, uh
This my world, pimp stroll, let's do this)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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 messin with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo Blahnik, I'm goin through they body like an ultrasonic
You ain't got 'em blowin no chronic
Divine intervention, y'all can't prevent me from shinin
Nigga please, I been around the world
I damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wanna be me that sound better than you
[Hook] + ad libs
[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
Ahhh! Pimp strollin on 'em
Black diamonds, rose goldin on 'em, paper foldin on 'em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the Folger's on 'em
Ki's, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em
Snitch got pinched but he told it on him
Lawyers got it adjourned, 'til I squoze em on him
There's no witnesses, it's no holdin on him
Just George Jefferson strollin on 'em, uhh
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My, videos is like Real TV
That chick, that's me, that 6, that's me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea
Nigga please
[Hook] + ad libs
[Verse Three: Young Chris]
Yo, yo
Nigga please, y'all ain't seein no checks like these (no)
Y'all don't run up in record labels demandin respect like we
Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear 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 bein 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
Them niggas F'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us
My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me
B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem
Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)
My nigga please
[Hook] + ad libs
[Pharrell]
Amazin man, got your Elvis soul
I made my money! I don't trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I drive the gremlins crazy
You wanna know the time?
Better have your shades, see
My nigga please
[Hook] + ad libs
