| <Jay-Z> page <The Blueprint 3> album page |
Thank YouThank you, thank you very much for coming out this eveningThank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, please hold your applause For I just applied logic—keys, keys open doors Now I'm balcony, opera, black tux, binocular Black Luxe, stop it, I shouldn't be so popular Name keep popping up, face keep popping up On the tube, I'm just watching Pacquaio box 'em up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us? Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us Please don't bow in my presence—how am I a legend? I just got ten #1 albums, maybe now eleven? More hits than a Now 11; that is no reason To treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes Thank God, what a guy, as I say my grace! Who woulda thought by making birds migrate for the winter I be fly all summer? Might I say Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines Hovi baby, we are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars to keep the ice cold, alright We the last ones to keep the wise guys code alive If I can't live by my word, then I'd much rather die No no, don't thank me, this is just how my suit is stitched I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits For The Color of Money like a Tom Cruise flick 'Cept I put eight balls in corners without using pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click, eh Beautiful women sipping through rouge lips, eh Dangers approaches, we're like: "Wait, who's this?" Let us save you some trouble, son, what size suit you is? This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices We'll be sure to send flower baskets, kid Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves I was gon' do it with the flow, but they did it with their sales I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help And they did a good job, them boys is talented as hell 'Cause not only did they brick, they put a building up as well Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar, then took a smell 'Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills Niggas thought they was ill, found out they was ILL And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines We are really high, really really high, no Really really high, really high tonight, ha We are really high, really high tonight We are really high, really high tonight Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife goodnight for me, hehe |