Jay Z – Show You How + Lyrics

Shawn Corey Carter (born December 4, 1969), known professionally as Jay-Z  is an American rapper, songwriter. Use this Download link below to get this track from Jay-Z which he titled Show You How and also Play and share this song by Jay-Z which he titled Show You How.


Lyrics of Show You How by Jay-Z

Catch up, niggas

Damn you fading ’em Hov’, how you gave ’em that?
Audemar Piguet with the alligator strap
Sick of y’all niggas with ya Now and Later raps
Rap about it now, hope you get it later
Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is saving up
(I’ll show you how to do this son)
But this particular watch be a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
The homie that’s rapping be the only one that has it
(I’ll show you how to do this son)
You ain’t heard? I push the six when the fives is out
You can’t fight me, in the Porsche I’ll box you out
(I’ll show you how to do this son)
We don’t drive X5s we give ’em to baby-mammas
Push the big top that shaped like a Kansas chicken snack box
I get it cracking when I’m backing out the garage
A 360 drop Ferrar’, shutdown Manhattan
Bucket low, like fuck it, though
Nikes on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I’m fronting but you love it, though
(I’ll show you how to do this son)
Nigga I’m a check writer, you’re royalty receivers
Y’all eating off Per Diem, on the low like a caesar
Pay ya taxes, y’all niggas hustling backwards
I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard
(I’ll show you how to do this son)
How you want it, my jeans is 300
These ain’t Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu
Top is Roc, you know the rest
A big bucket of frozen water on my chest
(I’ll show you how to do this son)
Listen man, get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers
A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up
Or get a gun, a mask, an escape route
Some duct tape’ll make ’em take you to the house
And ma don’t give him nothing, unless he’s treating you special
Soon he’ll get desperate, and go down and bless you
And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair
Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah
(I’ll show you how to do this hon)
Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done
Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son
Don’t let ’em give you, hard dick and bubble gum
Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon
(I’ll show you how to do this hon)
And if your man got you bagging up, it could be worse
Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse

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