JAY-Z LYRICS - We Got Em Goin'

"We Got Em Goin'"

(feat. Memphis Bleek)



Uh, uhh, uh

Uh, ah, now Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building

Uh, uhh, uh

Kels in the building, Kels in the building

Uh, uhh, that's right

Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building

Uh what? Ho, ho

Yo Kels in the building, Kels in the building



[R. Kelly]

I'm in the building tonight, it's goin down my nigga

Got a pocket full of cash and some 'dro my nigga

Attitude like I don't give a fuck my nigga

Probably the drunkest fool on the flo' my nigga

One of the best that ever did this here, every year

It's the #1 R&B singer this year

But y'all know, still mo' money mo' problems

Mo' niggaz, mo' chicks, mo' clubs, Mo' bottles

One little note in your ear, and I gotcha

Ladies call me the black Frank Sinatra

Yeah a real pimp floss and the pimp be blingin

It's just the same reason why a young pimp be leanin

Hard liquor, couple sips, and I'm passin it

Maybach so big you can dance in it

Jigga lil' nigga fuckin with the baddest chicks

Got your girl lookin at you like the maddest chick

We goin



[Chorus: R. Kelly]

ho-ohh, ohh-oh

We got everybody up in the club, hands high

goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh

We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back

goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh

We got all of the pretty girls left in the city

goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh

We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin



[Jay-Z]

Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I blow O's

Circles around competition, not an Optimo

To sit low, in a six-oh, oh

Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's

Take a pho-to, last time you see a nigga so cold

So be-low zero, so froze

So-so rappers are so sore, hate his soul

It ain't my fault I'm so rock'n'roll

I'm just Hov'



[Chorus]



[Memphis Bleek]

Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy, and I stay high

In my A-O-L-A blowin lah lah lah

Goodbye, I see you chumps on top

Or on the highway in somethin that ends with I

Like I, 745, I

Or the F-E-double-R-the-A-R-I

AR-15 to spray y'all guys

You die (you die) goodbye (goodbye)



[Chorus]



[Jay-Z]

From New York to Chi, we blow like hy-dro

Blow out live shows without py-ro

See how I combined the I-O flow

Tone'll rep, Memph Bleek, Kels and Hov'



[Jay and Bleek alternate words]

Bottles, models, follow, to the hotter

way we play like it's no day tomorrow

Spendin my dough like I just hit the lotto

Bounce, park and stop shall not wake I'm straight safe



[Chorus]