Lobster & Scrimp Timbaland (Ft. JAY-Z)

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh... yo!
Yi-yea, yeah
Yo Timbaland, wh-where Missy at?
(Ha ha, right here dog) Geyeah
Uh-huh uh-huh uh
Uh-huh, yaknahmean? (Yeah)
Lobster shrimp nigga, I'm a pimp nigga
Feel the game that I spit.. lobster shrimp nigga

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yeah, c'mon, from the gutter to the rich
From holes in my clothes to the most butter shit
That's life, what a bitch
Now I rock ice for the fuck of it
Your wife love my shit, know who you fuckin' with? (Uh-huh)
Jay-Hovah, 'fore I never got no play
Now these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade (Ugh!)
(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayed
I need privacy, I pull up the back shade
Initials on the headrest, it's official
Style so sick I need bed rest, nigga I got issues (Say what?)
I hate fake bitches, "you gotta wait" bitches
"I don't know you, I don't fuck on the first date" bitches (Is that right?)
Hot shot niggas, talk to the cop niggas (Yeah!)
"Money, that's my girl," cock-block niggas
See you in the club, and scheme on your watch niggas
Talk a lot of shit with no Glock niggas
It's Jigga baby, let it be known
I'm the king, I could never be dethroned
It's the God!