The Rollers's Back Lyrics - Jay-z

[Jay-Z] 

Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh 

Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh 

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! 

I, am, back, niggaz 

Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo! 

Ladies and gentlemen.. H, to the Izzo 

I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase 

I surely appreciate it - whoo! 

What you about to witness is my thoughts 

Just my thoughts man - right or wrong 

Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh 

You ever felt like this, you vibe with me 

Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me 

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Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin 

And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm 

Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison 

A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high 

I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people 

Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers 

Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns 

Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on? 

I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm 

Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon 

I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred 

I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread 

Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you 

I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to 

plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight 

Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so 

What could you do to me? It's not new to me 

Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? 

But you will respect me, simple as that 

Or I got no problem goin back 

I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat 

Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped 

So off we go, let the trumpets blow 

And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro 

The roller's back 

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Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh 

I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo! 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Turn the motherfuckin speakers up 

The ruler's back 

I, am, back, niggaz 

Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah 

Well in these times, well at least to me 

There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z 

I'll help you out, here's what you do 

You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe 

And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Clue+? 

You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma keep it +Rell+ cause 

Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+ 

Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'real 

Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the booth 

I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic 

You can't date skills and wife it (uh-uh) 

And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices 

So what your life is? We gon' roll 

'til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires 

Off we go, let the trumpets blow 

And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro 

The roller's back 

Uhh, uhh 

I, am, back, niggaz 

Feels good! Ha 

Pah, holla at me! 

The ruler's back 

Yeah.. whoo! 

Yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. 

Now bounce, c'mon, bounce 

Uhh, whoo! Whoo! 

Bounce, c'mon, bounce 

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah 

Bounce, c'mon, bounce 

Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen 

Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean? 

Knahmean? {*music fades w/ ad libs*}