Video I Cant Get Wid Dat de Jay Z 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Jay Z - I Cant Get Wid Dat Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeahhhh... check it, check it, check it out
Uh, uh, uh...
Uhn, uhn, uhn...
Gotta keep it phat...

[Hook]
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this (Uh)
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this

[Verse 1]
Strict to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the fuck down
More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin' this shit, so what now?
When so many brothers is bitin' it's hard to detect who I be
Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y – Z
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin' it up like that
Stringin' and strikin' and swingin' it fat, bring it back
I be that nigga, with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I soon bag
Better than ever, never better; you better? Whatever
I suggest an Ex-Lax, and that'll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a party, even Gotti goes adios
I got-got-got flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save your's
One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip? I doubt it
No need to prolong, Jigga the man, gone! I'm out
[Hook]
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this

[Verse 2]
The next nigga never, get no rest, you're livin' with stress
'Cause just around the corner, be's the best nigga
You're fearin' my clout,if weed got you runnin' your mouth...
You better blow that shit out
The Jigga's back, you niggas are flat
I'll amaze, the way that Jay rap
"Now how in the hell did he say that?"
You diggin' me, the–epitome of rippin' it raw
You kiddin' me? No nigga that rap gettin' bigger than me
Although ya niggas are wettin' my style, I'm still thristy
And we all gotta fall off, but you first, G
I'll be the last, it'd be a cold day in hell
Before you see me, Sauce, and Jaz chillin' with your wack ass
We break shit, in harmony like Take 6
While ya niggas double-pumped off the fake shit
A Roc-A-Fella, never sell-out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tape ya mouth, nigga

[Hook]
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
[Verse 3]
Listen – I don't kick it, I punt it
I'm so wicked, ya want it?
My tongue is taxed from lickin' my fingers and countin' up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tit-trrrrrrr-at-tit-trrrrrt-at-git-git-Git-Dough
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even–kick my––rip that–shit–and catch a breath
I'm nicer than a bitch, ask this nigga Dash
Nah, he don't count, 'cause I'm makin' his ass rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot – fuck 'em
My shit is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
Like a pit in a dog fight, my shit is aight
I ain't checkin' for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know, peep the steelo
It goes, one dime for ya mind
And two bone crushers for your spine
'Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

[Hook]
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick, never miss, so I hit 'em like this
[Outro]
Ha haaa... Jay-Z and Clark Kent
1994 and forever
Big ups to everybody in Brooklyn
Marcy definitely representin'
Sauce Money in the house – no question
Garçon definitely in the house – no question
Money Flynn and all the Roc-A-Fellas
Bee-High... ha ha... exit