D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) Lyrics

D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) - JAY-Z

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La da da da da da

Hey hey hey goodbye (good riddens)

Hold up

Only rappers to re-write history without a pen

No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

This is anti auto-tune, death of the ring-tone,

This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs

This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde

Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song

Wrong, this ain't politically correct (arh!)

This might offend my political connects (arh!)

My raps don't have melodies

This shit make niggas wan' go and commit felonies

Get your chain tooken

I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn

I know we facing a recession

But the music y'all making going make it the great depression (arh!)

Or your lack aggression

Put your skirt back down, grow a set man

Nigga this shit violent

This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence

La da da da da da

Hey hey goodbye

Hold up

Only rappers to re-write history without a pen

No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

Hold up,

This ain't a number one record (arh!)

This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (arh!)

I made it just for Flex and

Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened (arh!)

Stop your bloodclot crying

The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying

You niggas jeans too tight

You colors too bright, your voice too light (arh!) (arh!)

(It's too far nigga)

I might wear black for a year straight

I might bring back Versace shades

This ain't for z100

Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it one hundred

This is for Hot 9-7

This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in

Nigga this shit violent

This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence

La da da da da da

Hey hey hey goodbye

Hold up

Only rappers to re-write history without a pen

No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

Hold up,

This shit need a verse from Jeezy

I might send this to the mix-tape Weezy

Get somebody from B-M-F to talk on this

Get this to a blood, let a crip walk on it (arh!)

Fifty thou' to style on this

I just don't need nobody to smile on this (arh!)

Y'all niggas singing too much

Get back to rap you t-paining too much (arh!) (arh!)

I'm a multi-millionaire

So how is it I'm still the hardest here (arh!)

I don't be in the project hallway

Talking about how I be in the project all day (arh!)

That sound stupid to me

If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me (arh!) (arh!)

Nigga just get violent

This is death of auto-tune moment of silence

La da da da da da

Hey hey hey goodbye

Hold up