笨小笨You， Me， Him And Her (Album Version|Edited)歌词由Jay-Z&Dynasty演唱，出自专辑《The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000》，下面是《You， Me， Him And Her (Album Version|Edited)》完整版歌词！
You， Me， Him And Her (Album Version|Edited)歌词完整版
You, Me, Him And Her (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/Dynasty
Lyrics by：Shawn Carter/Roosevelt "Bink" Harrell/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/A. Whitehead/Willie Albert Goodman/Walter Morris/Harry Ray
Composed by：Shawn Carter/Roosevelt "Bink" Harrell/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/A. Whitehead/Willie Albert Goodman/Walter Morris/Harry Ray
Produced by：Bink
Told y'all told y'all
Dynasty dynasty
Roc-A-Fella Records you heard me you heard me
Unstoppable unstoppable uhh
Memph Bleek Amil-lion Sigel Sigel ya heard
It's a Dynasty Dynasty
Who do you believe
Jigga Man mo' better mo' cheddar
Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C A-Fella
Remember me
The teachers used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla h*e killers
Fo'-wheelers we gorillas
Oh please feel us we heat holders
Fightin Listen boy Roy Jones couldn't still us
The plot thickens the block clickin
We got the game tied up stop trippin
Jigga Man huh Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what Amil-lion uhh
Cat be him El Cap-i-tan
The fire I spit burn down Happyland
Social Club we unapproachable thugs
Non-social gone postal
Great aim harm the arm close to your toast
Like a Don's supposed to Shawn
I thought I told you these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your h*es too
Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
**** it Jigga Man huh Sigel Sigel y'all
Amil-lion what Memph Bleek
Y'all dudes don't get it come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look who can stop be them
You wan' press your dumb luck get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx you talk 'bout us nigga
No obituary I get it critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When I cock the plastic make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot I'm blastin it's the Roc you bastards
Jigga Man what Amil-lion yeah
Memph Bleek huh Sigel Sigel c'mon
Spit acid c'mon
Witcha ******** smash hit get your ******** smashed in
Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga we are the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
We push the dream cars **** the queen broads
Puff the green raw we as real as it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
****f** don't talk to us the h*es they e-mail us
Nigga Jigga Man what Memph Bleek huh
Amil-lion yeah Sigel Sigel rap
R dot O dot C dot stop
From Tower to ma and pop I move out stop
Shower your mom block move out with glocks
Raw to the cook look move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition linin 'em up
Forty-five ACP let me squeeze lime 'em up
You want drama what well silence it up
Since a young buck violent as ****
Wasn't me dog the high will do it
I used to wild off embalmin fluid
I sent niggaz to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I **** around and have your moms go through it
I'm a beast
**** niggaz always wanna ye ****
Then they wanna cease ****
When they ************ peeps hit
But I don't cease nuttin I decease som'un
I **** around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
Jigga Man what Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek uh Amil-lion right
Yo A to the M-I feminist
Holdin the semi leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I gon' run or stay can I
Get away no you can't can't I surrendi
And I lazy bop Mercedes hot
In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di
Jigga Man huh Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what Amil-lion uhh
