Song: Jigga That N**** ~~ 2001 ~~ 3:24
Artist: Jay-Z
LP/CD: The Blueprint ~~ Roc-A-Fella ~~ 2001
Composers: S. Carter~J.C. Olivier~S. Barnes

(Rock-A-Fella, y’all)
It’s the R.O.C.
(Jigga, Jigga (Woo), that n**** Jigga)
R-O, R-O-C, n****s, R-O
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
Hov’, R-O-C, n****s, R-O, woo
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
Hov’, R-O-C, n****s
(Jay-Z)

Come on the track da-da-da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey and acidics
Or might take sips of army with a chiddick, I’m so sick wit’ it
Nappin’ in the Hamptons, the weakest man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the canvas
Or playin’ guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on them so old school
Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
6 top model chicks, who is this hot
J-A, ladies help me say it now
Y-Z, mami, why you playin’ wit’ me
Ride with me, get high as me
It’s how it’s supposed to be when you rollin’ with Gs, Hov’
Back up in this b**** like whoa
Jigga get this whole s*** jumpin’ like ‘64s

(Hov’) V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on 20” rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit’ y’all
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)

Hov’ and so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She’s respondin’, top of C. Bronson
We in Luan gettin’ our groove on
Buyin’ out the bar, on our way to Spa’
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen 22s on a 6 before
I am killin ‘em out there, they needin’ first-aid
‘Cause the boy got more 6s than first grade
The crib got killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
So sleep if you need to, mami, I will leave you
Right where you stand, naw, I don’t wanna dance
I just wanna see what’s in your freaky deak pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin’ a buck-sixty

(Hov’) V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on 20” rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit’ y’all
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)

He did it again, haters no like
But they gotta f*** with it cause the flow’s so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day like Rastafari’s do
Now I’m stuck to the point I could hardly move
You f***in’ up my high, don’t bother me, dude
But Red Rover, send your h**s over
She can do whatever, sip somethin’ with soda
She can leave whenever, sip somethin’ with Hova
We can play however, slave bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is explosive
Left her with wet bedsheets, n****, I’m focused

(Hov’) V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on 20” rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
And if y’all got love for me I got love for y’all
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)
And if y’all go to war for me I go to war wit’ y’all
(Jigga, Jigga, that n**** Jigga)

R-O, R-O-C, n****s
R-O-C, n****s
(Roc-A-Fella y’all)

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: January 27, 2002