Artist: Jay-Z Album: Magna Carta... Holy Grail Song: Picasso Baby Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Jay-Z] Uhh, I just want a Picasso in my casa, no my castle I'm a hassa, no I'm an asshole I'm never, satisfied, +Can't Knock My Hustle+ I want a Rothko, no, I want a brothel No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute Let's make love on a million in a dirty hotel with the fan on the ceiling, uhh All for the love of drug dealin, uhh Marble floors, uh, gold ceilings, uh ... Ohh what a feelin ... Fuck it, I want a billion! Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up Condos in my condos, I want a row of Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma [Chorus 2X: Jay-Z] Oh what a feelin Picasso Baby, ca, Picasso baby Ca, ca, Picasso baby Ca, ca, Picasso baby [Jay-Z] It ain't hard to tell, I'm the new Jean Michel Surrounded by Warhols, my whole team ball Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel I just wanna live life colossal Leonardo Da Vinci flows Riccardo Tisci, Givenchy clothes See me Throne'in at the Met Voguin on these niggaz, champagne on my breath, yes House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern Cause I be goin ape at the auction ... Ohh what a feelin ... Aw fuck it, I want a trillion! Sleepin every night next to Mona Lisa The modern day version with better features Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner Go ahead lean on that shit Blue, you own it, uh! [Chorus] w/ ad libs "Jay, comment tu dis nombre d'or?" "The golden number." "Touché." {*beat changes*} [Jay-Z] Uh-uh uh uh, uh uh-uh uh Ah, ch-ah, ch-ah, ch-uh Uhh, uh, ch-ah, ch-ah, uhh Ch-ch-ah, ch-ah, ch-ah, uhh Ch-ch-ah, ch-ah, ch-ah, uhh Ch-ch-ch-ah, ch-ah, ch-ah, ch-uhh Ch-ch-ah, ch-ah, ch-ah, uhh Okay I never stuck my cock in the Fox's box But, damned if I ain't open Pandora's box They try to slander your man on CNN and Fox My Miranda's don't stand a chance with cops Even my old fans like "Old man just stop" I could if I would but I can't, I'm hot~! And you blow, I'm still the man to +Watch+ Hublot, on my left hand or not Soon I step out of booth the cameras pop Niggaz is cool with it 'til the Canons/cannons pop Now my hand on the bible on the stand Got your man in the jam again, got my hand in cuffs I'm like God damn, enough... I put down the cans and they ran amok! My hairpin, pierce skin, rupture spleens Crack ribs, go through cribs and other things No sympathy for the king, huh? Niggaz even talk about "Your baby crazy" Eventually the pendulum swings Don't forget America this how you made me Come through with the 'Ye mask on Spray everything like SAMO; I won't scratch the Lambo What's it gon' take, for me to go for you to see, I'm the modern day Pablo? Picasso baby