I Ain't Heard Of That((Remix)) feat. Bun B,Pharrell

歌詞

(Intro) Chaaaange Cloooothes Reeeemixxx-ahh! (WOO!! C'MON!) (Chorus - Jay-Z) I don't take 'em out to eat I ain't here to trick or treat I ain't trying to fix your weave I ain't heard of that!! I'm just here to train ho's Put 'em on the main road Teach 'em how to 'Change Clothes' I know you heard of that!! Change your whole attitude It's time to take off your cool If it make you wanna move, then move My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back Ma, act like you want it I know you heard of that!! (Verse - Slim Thug) I'm the Young Texas A-Rod, K.G. of the game LeBron James, you niggaz must not know my name I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Big Boss of the South And I don't just talk it wit my mouth I back it up wit my vow Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck And over 50 in my ear, I'm the Rookie of the Year I'm here - for the 'Takeover', not out to replace Hova But there's a new hustla in town, yeah the break's over Don't get me confused wit the rest of them dudes I've been Tha Boss down South, I'm just new to a few Please believe, them niggaz don't do what I do I got everything them platinum rappers got times two (WHOO! C'MON!) (Chorus) (Verse - Slim Thug) I'm banging them chicks you dream about Swanging them whips you sing about Rocking more bling bling than your whole team seem to got Ask your girl, she'll tell ya the truth Your boys cool, but you can't fool wit the Boyz-N-Blue I got something on my neck worth more than yo house I got something in my yard worth more than yo spouse I got something on my wrist worth more than ya team And that car you think clean ain't worth more than my ring Who yo know roll Bentley 'fore the album drop? And still got three from Pharrell to make the album hot? Yeah I hear y'all but don't see you niggaz Y'all just making words rhyme, y'all ain't seeing no figgas (Chorus) (Verse - Slim Thug) Y'all ain't balling, I saw the shit you drive You need to call MTV and tell 'em pimp your ride I'm tired hearing all y'all wimps wit all y'all lies Fake niggaz dissapear, real niggaz let's rise I'm rich bitch like Dave Chapelle Ask Geffen and Interscope why I gave 'em hell My advance was more than most rappers get paid from sales I made 'em pay for all them days I was living in hell, yeah! Now my estate sit on top of the lake It feels great, I got an R&B chick as my mate (Thugger!) I does it big my nig, I deserve a plaque It's Boss Hogg Outlawz, I know ya heard of that!! (WHOO! C'MON!) (Chorus) (Verse - Jay-Z) Young in his button ups, but I'm still cutting up Don't have me zip down this jacket, open the oven up The heats drawn and then I heat performers up Like Long Johns, or LA G warmers Then be gone in this week's preference The six duece wagon, never the five seven You don't need cable to see How I'm Living All you need is a table in the VIP section Like Fab, the rap has been good to me I'm right back to show you, what's hood with me Since I've retired I've tried to acquire the Nets Live Wire I told you I aspire for best Long cry for being under the eye of under the IRS You're boy's on fuego, like San Diego You're boy been focused since tre-0 And I ain't talking bout my age though My payroll - lane to lane on them thang-th-thangs I give you nightmares, when the year change I change Nigga I'm right here, we can go thing for thing We go toy for toy, nigga bling for bling We can go bitch for bitch, nigga wrist for wrist You go 0 for everything, I'm six foot six, Young! .. Chaaaange Cloooothes Reeeemixxx-ahh! (Chorus)