Текст песни Jay Z — The Story of O.J.

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[Intro: Nina Simone]
Skin is, skin is,
Skin black, my skin is black,
My black, my skin is yellow.

[Chorus:]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga,
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga,
Still nigga, still nigga.
I like that second one.
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga,
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga,
Still nigga, still nigga.

[Verse 1:]
O.J. like, «I'm not black, I'm O.J.» Okay.
House nigga, don't fuck with me,
I'm a field nigga with shined cutlery,
Gold-plated quarters where the butlers be,
I'ma play the corners where the hustlers be.
I told him, «Please, don't die over the neighborhood
That your momma rentin',
Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood,
That's how you rinse it.»
I bought every V12 engine
Wish I could take it back to the beginning
I coulda bought a place in DUMBO before it was DUMBO
For like two million,
That same building today is worth 25 million.
Guess how I'm feelin'? Dumbo.

[Chorus:]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga,
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga,
Still nigga, still nigga.
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga,
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga,
Still nigga, still nigga.

[Verse 2:]
You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit.
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it.
Financial freedom my only hope,
Fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke.
I bought some artwork for one million,
Two years later, that shit worth two million,
Few years later, that shit worth eight million,
I can't wait to give this shit to my children.
Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, “It's fine,
But I'm tryna give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99.”
I turned that two to a four, four to an eight,
I turned my life into a nice first week release date.
Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh?
Me and my niggas takin' real chances, uh,
Y'all on the ‘Gram holdin' money to your ear,
There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah!

[Chorus:]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga,
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga,
Still nigga, still nigga.
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga,
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga,
Still nigga, still nigga.

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