Jay-Z – Dirt Off Your Shoulder Lyrics

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Songwriters: Shawn Carter , Shawn C Carter ,Timothy Z Mosley,
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: The Black Album
Released: 2003
Producer(s): Timbaland

English Lyrics

You’re now tuned into the mu’fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah


If you feelin’ like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, gon’ 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, proud to be locked by the force


Tryin’ to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin’ no remorse, feelin’ like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grippin’ my balls


Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin’
All the ballers is bouncin’ 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 pots
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 feelin’ like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off


Ladies is pimps too, gon’ 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 homey Hov’ in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin’ to get me a Rover


Tryin’ to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the heckler close, you know them smokers’ll test ya


But like, fifty-two cards when I’m, I’m through dealin’
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel ’em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling


In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin’
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 feelin’ like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off


Ladies is pimps too, gon’ 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 bitch in the back of that ‘Bach
I’m the realest that 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 about me


From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammy’s
The O’s to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin’ out the Garden in a day
I’m like a young Marvin in his hey’


I’m a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?


If you feelin’ like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, gon’ 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’fuckin’ greatest

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