Letra da Música Dirt Off Your Shoulder de Jay-Z

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Tim you can go on, brush your shoulders off nigga, I got you

If you feeling like a pimp nigga, go on, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders

I probably owe it to y'all
probably be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things
that go with the porsch
Feeling no remorse
feeling like my hand was forced
middle finger to the Lord
nigga, gripping my balls
seven ladies they love me,
from the bleachers they screaming
all the ballers is bouncing
they like the way I be leanin'
all the rappers be hatin'
off the track that I'm makin'
but all the hustlers, they love it
just to see one of us make it
came from the bottom of bottom
to the top of the pops
nigga run through Japan
and I'm straight up the block
like a running back, get it man
I'm straight off the block
I could run it back nigga cuz I'm straight with the ROC

(Chorus)
If you feeling like a pimp nigga, go on, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders
(4x) You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders (4x)

Ya homie holdin' position
in the kitchen with soda
i just whipped up a watch
tryin to get me a rover
tryin to stretch out the coka
like a wrestler, yes sir
keep the heckler close
you know them smokers'll test ya
but like, 52 cards went out
im through dealing now
52 bars come out
now you feel 'em now
52 cars roll out
remove ceiling in case
52 broads come out
now you chillin with a boss bitch
of course, SC on the sleeve
at the forty-forty club
ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans
plus the slippers is clean
no chrome on the wheels
I'm a grown up for real G

(Chorus)

Boy, back in the building
Brooklyn we back on the map
me and my beautiful bitch
in the back of that back
i'm the realist to run it
I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em
Niggas scared of that black
i drop that black album
then i back out it
that's the best rapper alive
nigga, ask about me
from bricks to billboards
from grams to grammys
to O's to opposite off of any
you gotta pardon Jay
for selling out the garden in the day
I'm like a young Marvin in this
hey, I'm a hustler homie
you a customer cronie
got some dirt on my shoulder
could you brush it off for me?

(Chorus)

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