Encore

Lyrics
[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro] Thank you, thank you, thank you!You're far too kind [Chorus: Jay-Z, Kanye West, Both ] Can I get a encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time, I need y'all to roar Now, what the hell are you waitin' for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga, make some noise! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically atCan't none of y'all mirror me backYeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime I'm Young H-O, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country, but the Blueberry still connect On the low, but the yacht got a triple deckBut when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin', grand closin' Goddamn, your man Hov cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him?With no pen, just draw off inspiration Soon you gonna see you can't replace himWith cheap imitations for these generations [Chorus: Jay-Z] Can I get an encore? Do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time, I need y'all to roar What the hell are you waitin' for? [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Haaah, Look what you made me do! Look what I made for you! Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play youThen you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison SquareTo the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah) As fate would have it, Jay's status appearsTo be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like JordanWearin' the 4-5, it ain't to play games with youIt's to aim at you, probably maim youIf I owe you. I'm blowin' you to smithereens Cocksucker , take one for your team! And I need you to remember one thing (One thing) –I came, I saw, I conqueredFrom record sales to sold-out concertsSo, motherfucker, if you want this encoreI need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore [Interlude] Ow, it's star time! This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga Man? Well, if y'all want more of the Jigga Man Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to the stage Say "Hova!" – c'mon, say it! "Hova!" "Hova!" Are y'all out there? (Hova! Hova!) Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder! Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga! [Break: Jay-Z] I like the way this one feel It's so motherfuckin' soulful, man! (Woah, woah, woah) Yeah, okay [Verse 3: Jay-Z] So this here is the victory lapThen I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's 1.2And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' 2 You want in the game? Attention, new dudesI can get you BET, and TRL too You want to be in the public, send your budgetWell, fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now look at me – all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All ‘cause the shit I uttered was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye changeSend Just some dust, send Hip a gripThen you gotta spit a little somethin' like this [Outro: [?]] What the hell are you waiting for?
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Credits
- Writers
- JAŸ-Z
- Kanye West
- John Lennon
- Paul McCartney
- Producers
- Kanye West
- Mastered At
- Masterdisk
- Distributor
- Universal Music & Video Distribution Corp.
- Additional Vocals
- Don C
- GLC
- Kanye West
- John Legend
- Recording Engineer
- Young Guru
- Mixing Engineer
- Jimmy Douglass
- Young Guru