Unfinished Business de Jay-Z

Listado de Canciones

1. The Return [Remix]
2. Don´t Let Me Die
3. Break Up (That´s All We Do)
4. Pretty Girls

   Letra

   Uhh, y'all know what this is Now would be a good time to start bobbin your heads Kels, and it, and it, uhh [R. Kelly] Excuse me miss, don't mean to interrupt But you're the hottest chick in this club The way you shake your ass to this beat It's like your booty got dancin feet I wanna take you home, in my Hummer Jeep All over me while you ridin the beep beep I just really wanna taste your ice cream It's the weekend baby I got the {?} Go on girl, the way you do me This is somethin like a fantasy You're that girl from the magazine BET, or, MTV So baby let me take you to my ecstasy Pull up to the club on them 23's Girl you've got that shit in your hip That make me wanna spend, money [Chorus: R. Kelly] Pretty girls (where you at) I'm talkin to the ones, that came alone Pretty girls (put your hands up) The single ones, we wanna take you home - c'mon Pretty girls... (you make me wanna shout) Let's, go! [Jay-Z] Whether you tall like Lisa Leslie Or short like the barrel on that baby 380 Pretty lady, I got a ride to fit yo' frame From the Coupe to the big Mercedes {?}, these groundhogs stay with the cash And the black card don't got no max Fall, back, blow on some Merikesh hash With more Manolos than Sarah Jess' had How you gon' go back to dudes with little sacks Little kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes Fuckin up your lungs, puffin that homegrown You should be with us, cuttin in Hong Kong Straight shots of Catron or Dom Perignon Guys your girls say Shawn very long So if you ain't afraid of catchin a love jones Get with Coach Dean Smith, bitch get in the zone, c'mon [Chorus] [R. Kelly] Tell me what you're drinkin at the bar ma I'm gonna buy ma, anybody tell you youse a star ma You remind me of my car ma, no ignition I start the Coupe up from the kitchen My pretty girls get plenty attention When it come to sex get plenty of inches We shop, like we all broke detention Club like we at a alcoholic's convention Hit the 'tel with two chicks and she with it Mama got down like the flo' when she did it Pretty girls, keep shakin ass now mama This party is not over [Chorus] [R. Kelly] What's your name, what city you represent ma Where the hands on all the pretty girls ma For the players and the hustlers in the club now And all my niggaz that be sippin pimp juice now [Chorus]
5. Mo´ Money
6. Stop

   Letra

   [Intro: Tone (are. Kelly)] Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man We got the Track joint Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention I gotta we set out to bring you the best possible heat For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells You know, so y'all just enjoy, aight Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh) You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh-huh) Aight, let's go [Chorus: are. Kelly] Hold up, wait a minute, stop Jigga, I'm about to put the shit down Hold up, wait a minute, stop I'm about to, make these niggaz get down Hold up, wait a minute, stop Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us Hold up, wait a minute, stop Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers [are. Kelly] Grab a bottle, get two models Thugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna follow I'm about to show you, how wild it gets That nigga Hov', is the craziest Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six With a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch, I'm rich" Hey, y'all niggaz see me, I can't believe it You startin' to sound like, you don't want it Tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks He keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album flopped What you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with you Five, four, three, two, one Hang on y'all, let's have some fun [Chorus:] [Jay-Z] It's Young... Uh, mack alone, I'm back in the zone I'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me alone I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout me That just let's me know, they can't go a day without me Scared of me succeading, that's the reason you doubt me Cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't be thinkin' bout me Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind Until you crossed the line, stop... Then I gotta come accross a rhyme To let the world know you come across a mime I do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climb From Marcy to party, where you soakin' up blue nine Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I'm a dude from the hood Who loves jewels, who am I? You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5 With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can I Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus I open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car service Ya'll nervous, I ain't back yet I'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying [are. Kelly] Five, four, three, two, one Hang on y'all, let's have some fun [Chorus:] [Foxy Brown] Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad I'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my breathren I sware to god, it feel like '96 again Bitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit again We bout to let them hammers pop In the 'Stuy, dudes, callin', you a problem, Fox' I got the automore pierre watch Butterscotch, gt, good toe on, three eight c*** Ya'll ain't see this much love since they cried for 'Pac Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc I'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4 Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred g's, for? No, I don't talk to media guys I don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y'all Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples [are. Kelly] Five, four, three, two, one Hang on y'all, let's have some fun [Chorus:]
7. Feelin´ You in Stereo
8. She´s Coming Home With Me
9. We Got Em Goin´
10. Big Chips

    Letra

    [Chorus: are. Kelly] Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin We got chicks in swimsuits modelin We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low The way the wrist shine it's so magical You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!) Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov With the second comin of Best Of Both In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin... [Verse 1: Jay-Z (are. Kelly)] Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh) Any day they could dig your grave Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig No reward that's the risk is taken In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places I on the other hand relish the situation Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious I went overboard, look at this big bracelet I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it From the time that I bought it I just replaced it I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this Ma you rollin I'm as real as it gets [Chorus: are. Kelly] Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin We got chicks in swimsuits modelin We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low The way the wrist shine it's so magical You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!) Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov With the second comin of Best Of Both In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin...... [Verse 2: are. Kelly] Big chips! I can't take this The way you move your ass slow like Matrix You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas Before I toss chips first, get naked I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it Superstar honey, so mean and vicious Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!) So go low mama, give it a go As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio! Girl you so good I'm swervin like whoa! Whoa! Uh oh! Uh uh oh! From the club to the stretch Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite! [Chorus: are. Kelly] Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin We got chicks in swimsuits modelin We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low The way the wrist shine it's so magical You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!) Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov With the second comin of Best Of Both In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin...... [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Big chips! I'm a boss I said Tilt my hat and I cross my legs Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread And the pigeons start flockin, ballin like Bishop [?] And stick Cochran on any da, to try to stop him So any gunplay that is an option I been doin this since niggaz was woppin Rockin Izods with the matchin socks, and Slap boxin in the back park and when the girls start watchin Try to get real, you had to drop 'em See I ain't never been a fronter Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number Either you're comin or I one ya Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya You play pretty if you wanna [Chorus: are. Kelly] Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin We got chicks in swimsuits modelin We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low The way the wrist shine it's so magical You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!) Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov With the second comin of Best Of Both In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin... Big chips! [Bridge: are. Kelly] All around the world, stop where the sun sets Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) You wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) Do you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) [Outro: are. Kelly] Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters What's really good, we in the islands chillin in the shade and shit you know Blue waters, yellow sand, uh Either I'm high or, I think I just saw a dolphin
11. The Return

    Letra

    [Intro:] Halt! Who goes there? It is I sire Tone from Brooklyn. Well, speak up man what is it? News from the East sire! The best of both worlds has returned! [Verse 1: Jay-Z (are. Kelly)] Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the freshest of them all? I love 'em all but none of yall can fuck with the double suicide doors on that black phantom, Fuck em all We got hits like a 30 shot clip when we throw one in the air everybody hit the floor Holla atcha boy, boys, when we boys so we bringin out them toys Lane to lane on the dana danes We give you noise man when the year change we change, nigga we right here We can go bang for bang We can go clip for clip nigga chain for chain We can go bitch for bitch got a pretty young thing That I keep by my hip like my celly that ring, sing! (Me and Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin Oh! Best of Both Worlds) Best of Both Worlds and we rock the globe You knamsayin Ya boy H-O wit Kels we not playin Losers lose so when we does what we do we win Then win again like de ja vu Then we win again like mj do Three-peat then retreat the waters that's blue Young scrappy this what grown men do lets move! [Chorus: are. Kelly (2x)] In this arena, arena All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up This is for them hustling boys and girls It's the return of Best of Both Worlds (Nothin can hold us now!) [Verse 2: are. Kelly] Now all the ladies love Kels cause Kels is fresh And plus Kels got "superpimp" 'cross his chest I got a phat gold chain and I drop top Lex And when I'm rollin thourhg ya hood I be causin wrecks Man I'm a gigalo, Air Force Ones and fresh linen I be in the club while my chrome still spinnin Ladies line up in a single file line just to hit a?? I'll sing 'em a few lines like (Me and Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin oh! Best of Both Worlds!) Shuttin it down you knamean Kels and Jigga man bacl on the scene Step up in the club so fresh and so clean Ladies be like damn! Bling! Bling! Bling Hov rap and I sing! Sing! Sing H to the O and the R&B King, before we do a show it's like ching! Ching! Ching! So Lodi Dodi, we likes to party, we don't start fights we don't bother nobody The good news is haters we gat a lotta dough, bad news is it's the return of Best of Both... [Chorus:] [Bridge: are. Kelly] We on a world tour wit Jay and my man Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand London, Paris, New York, D. C., Detroit, From Chi-Town to Cali We on a world tour wit Kels and ya man Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand Philly, Jersey, Dallas, St. Louis, Miami Best of Both comin to ya city! [Chorus:]