''Roc-A-Fella's only n1gas that helped My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here'' That one hit HARD🗣🔥🔥
It's funny kanye was hard as shit an showed love to the roc but Jay. Z low key didn't want him to shine sound like some max-b an Jim jones jealous type of shit
I hate who kanye became, but jesus was his work fantastic im not into his newer music after life of pablo, but man every album has had something for me
Lyrics: Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost For making me do this shit, muhfucker Had to throw everybody out the muhfuckin' room 'Cause they don't fuckin' I'd like to propose a toast I said toast, motherfucker And I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol, for the (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall The all around the world Digital Underground Pac The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame And come back next year with the whole fucking game Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Roc-A-Fella's only niggas that helped My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bougie, he big-headed Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody interested 'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus Now I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol, for the (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called West That'll take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh It come out sweeter than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye I'm almost Raymond Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him? It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more I rocked 20, 000 people, I was just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled too hard "Oh my God, is that a black card?" I turned around and replied, "Why yes But I prefer the term African American Express" Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips And I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall
If they want Problems Promise I'm that Only lie when I swear You can step in the way Or just watch it happen From the then passed him The next from the Midwest Like fuck everybody and him Make it look like free world never lost that battle Meaning Eminem would have only ever been a candy...
Go ahead tell the truth If I'm lying I'll take it back But I never peddle in reverse To quick to take back shit Fuck it up like the baby that wasn't meant to be Momma got mad and said so Now she pissed said I'm disrespectful for repeating her woro She doesn't even know Got no clue The level i am capable of But sees me gaining confidence Don't want to be famous Just rich Take care of my family and get my kids Decided if I'm going to do some I might as well do a lot Momentum like I lost gravity Flyer than a plan in the clouds Can I rap Maybe Can I talk shit That's for sure like Gwen Back when Blake was singing about ol red If i post it Then say it will they say I repeated it Or just accept that If a rapper can hit verses with all catalog And no off top Can I re run every page I'm on Rap rock And some shit you wouldn't expect If i get an hour you'd get 61 minutes Plus double that for you to understand So you can ketchup Or end up looking like old mustard We'll just call it baby shit And even though this part so clear that's only half But there's a big part Many overlook Better on my bike than I am at this What until you catch a diamond on a jersey White boy from the FC The reason BMX about to get football contracts... #Reedinc And I know you bought Nip CDs on mark up
This is tha LAST call 📞 😍💯✌️✌️
August 2024, and I miss OLD YE!
3:10 Omg is that a Black car? Yeah! But I prefer the term African American Express!
I missed the last call 😢
I LOVE IT
Fire
Jean paul gaultier colcogne fill the air 🗣🗣
Hardest beat Kanye ever made, it even has saxophones going all out on it
Ngl the yap session lowkey underrated
Mayonnaise color benz i push miracle whips
Click here if this is your favorite song from the album 👇
Song wasn't over goofy
Sean Paul goatee hair now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill da air🔥🔥🙏🙏💀💀
''Roc-A-Fella's only n1gas that helped My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here'' That one hit HARD🗣🔥🔥
miracle whips
1:11 Jean paul Gaultier
fire🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Mayonaise coloured benz I push mirlacle whips🔥
Happy 20th Anniversary to this masterpiece
Who here with me Feb 2024
Is that jean paul gaultier's porfum?
who misses this kanye? we all fucking do lol
🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾
Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips👍🏿💯
"Mayonnaise color Benz I push miracle whips" One of the most underrated punchlines of all time.
Jadakiss had it first. “Same color as dandruff…
@@paulevans6066 nah, don't hit the same.
@@paulevans6066not even close
It's funny kanye was hard as shit an showed love to the roc but Jay. Z low key didn't want him to shine sound like some max-b an Jim jones jealous type of shit
One of my favorite albums ever.. feeling bad.. maybe like im not enough.. nah this music hypes me up! Thank you Mr. West
Classic crazy how nobody onda roc wanted this beat and I don't kno why
I hate who kanye became, but jesus was his work fantastic im not into his newer music after life of pablo, but man every album has had something for me
0:15
I miss the old kanye
The Louis Vuitton Don
Positive song
Timeless
1:57 yessur
I wonder what Kim Kardashian's feet smell like. 👃
Huh?
@@lisrel67 I said I wonder what Kim Kardashian's feet smell like.
3:14
I do not own this.
Mayonnaise color Benz I push miracle whips That is so fuvking cold
You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villian
This song makes me cry
Best last song on any fucking album
3:15
Lyrics: Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost For making me do this shit, muhfucker Had to throw everybody out the muhfuckin' room 'Cause they don't fuckin' I'd like to propose a toast I said toast, motherfucker And I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol, for the (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall The all around the world Digital Underground Pac The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame And come back next year with the whole fucking game Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Roc-A-Fella's only niggas that helped My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bougie, he big-headed Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody interested 'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus Now I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol, for the (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called West That'll take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh It come out sweeter than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye I'm almost Raymond Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him? It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more I rocked 20, 000 people, I was just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled too hard "Oh my God, is that a black card?" I turned around and replied, "Why yes But I prefer the term African American Express" Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips And I am (Here's to the Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Here's to Roc-A-Fella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc) This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas (Mr. Rockefeller) So get your ass up off the wall
If they want Problems Promise I'm that Only lie when I swear You can step in the way Or just watch it happen From the then passed him The next from the Midwest Like fuck everybody and him Make it look like free world never lost that battle Meaning Eminem would have only ever been a candy...
Go ahead tell the truth If I'm lying I'll take it back But I never peddle in reverse To quick to take back shit Fuck it up like the baby that wasn't meant to be Momma got mad and said so Now she pissed said I'm disrespectful for repeating her woro She doesn't even know Got no clue The level i am capable of But sees me gaining confidence Don't want to be famous Just rich Take care of my family and get my kids Decided if I'm going to do some I might as well do a lot Momentum like I lost gravity Flyer than a plan in the clouds Can I rap Maybe Can I talk shit That's for sure like Gwen Back when Blake was singing about ol red If i post it Then say it will they say I repeated it Or just accept that If a rapper can hit verses with all catalog And no off top Can I re run every page I'm on Rap rock And some shit you wouldn't expect If i get an hour you'd get 61 minutes Plus double that for you to understand So you can ketchup Or end up looking like old mustard We'll just call it baby shit And even though this part so clear that's only half But there's a big part Many overlook Better on my bike than I am at this What until you catch a diamond on a jersey White boy from the FC The reason BMX about to get football contracts... #Reedinc And I know you bought Nip CDs on mark up
Original song was wayy too long
I just want Kanye to be happy and healthy
Mayonnaise coloured benz I called it miracle whip! That's it for me
The Sky AM? 🛑