Dirt Off Your Shoulder Lyrics

Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Album Version (Explicit)) 🅴 - JAY-Z

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"Dirt Off Your Shoulder"

You're now tuned into the muh'fucking greatest (Jigga)

Turn the music up in the headphones (Jigga)

Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off, nigga

I got you, yeah, uh

If you feeling like a pimp

Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get that dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all, probably be locked by the force

Trying to hustle some things that go with the Porsche

Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced

Middle finger to the law, nigga, gripping my balls

Said the ladies, they love me, from the bleachers they're screaming

All the ballers is bouncing, they like the way I be leaning

All the rappers be hating off the track that I'm making

But all the hustlers, they love it, just to see one of us make it

Came from the bottom of the bottom, to the top of the pops

Nigga, London, Japan and I'm straight off the block

Like a running back, get it? Man, I'm straight off the block

I can run it back, nigga, 'cause I'm straight with the Roc

If you feeling like a pimp

Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your homie Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda

I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover

Trying to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir

Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya

But, like, 52 cards went out, I'm 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 chilling

With a boss, bitch, of course, S.C. on the sleeve

At the 40/40 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

If you feeling like a pimp

Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your boy back in the building; Brooklyn, we back on the map

Me and my beautiful bee-itch in the back of that 'Bach

I'm the realest 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

As the best rapper alive, nigga, ask 'bout me

From bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys

From Os to opposite of Orphan Annie

You gotta pardon Jay, for selling out the Garden in a day

I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'

I'm a hustler, homie, you a customer crony

Got some dirt on my shoulder; could you brush it off for me?

If you feeling like a pimp

Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You're now tuned into the mu'fucking greatest

Best rapper alive, best rapper alive