Jay-Z What We Talkin' About song lyrics
Feat Luke Steele Jay-Z What We Talkin' About song lyrics
Blueprint
Yeah yeah,
Are we talking about real sh-t or we talking about rhymes,
Ta talking about millions or you just talking about mine,
What we talking about,
Cos I ain't got time for what people be talking about all the time,
What we talking about fiction or we talking about fact,
We talking about fiction…
Hold up, pardon my back
I’m talking about life and all I hear is “oh yeah he keeps talking about crack”,
I ain't talking about profit, I’m talking about pain,
I’m talking about despair, I m talking about shame,
I ain't talking about gossip, I ain't talking bout Game,
I ain’t talking about Jimmy, I ain't talking bout DAME!
I’m talking about real sh-t, real people playin,
What is you talking bout, I dunno what ya’ll sayin,
People keep talking about “Hov take it back”!
I’m doing better than before why would I do that?
Ain’t nothing cool about carrying a strap
About worrying ya moms, and burying ya best cat
Talking about revenge while you carrying his casket
All teary eyed bout to take it to a mattress.
I’m talking about music i aint talking about rap,
I’m talking about whats hot I aint talking about that!
The conversation has changed lets yap about that,
I don’t run rap no more I run the map,
They talk all day,
We see what they say, they say they say
(We see what they talking about)
They talk … Jay,
Who cares what they say,
They say, they say.
Still they can’t focus on them
They be talking bout me,
Talkin' 'bout what I wear,
Talkin' 'bout where I be,
Check out my henny’s….
Weezy’s hair still get paid,
I’m combing through G’s,
A small part of the reason the president is black,
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack.
I’m talking about progress I ain’t looking back,
You know I run track, try not to get lapped,
People talking about Hov left em flat,
Trying to rewrite history let's talk about that,
Dame made millions, even Jaz made some scraps,
He could have made more but he ain’t sign his contract.
As far as street guys I mean we was dealing crack,
That's how the game goes, I don’t owe nobody jack!
Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap
But I don’t have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black,
I repeat, you can’t sit on my lap
I don't have a beard now get off my sack.
Scream at me
Now that’s that, let's talk about the future,
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther,
And you can choose ta, sit in front of ya computer,
Posing with guns shooting Youtube up,
Or you can come with me to the Whitehouse,
Get ya suit up, you stuck on being hardcore I chuck the Deuce up,
Peace out Medusa,
Welcome to da Blue ah Print ah tradepiece, Jay-Z
You chewed up, tooter of my own horn, beep beep,
Mooya, rassclat maneuver come through with da roof off,
So I can see the sky, cos everybody talking Hov,
I think we know why,