RUN THIS TOWN
JAY Z feat RIHANNA and KANYE WEST
Am G Am
Feel it comin' in the air
F Am
Hear the screams from everywhere
G Am
I'm addicted to the thrill
F Am
It's a dangerous love affair
G Am
Can't be scared when it goes down
F Am
Got a problem, tell me now
G Am
Only thing that's on my mind
F Am G
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Am F Am G
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Am F
We gonna run this town
Am G
We are, yeah I said it we are
Am F
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Am G
Get y'all fatigues on, all black everything
Am F
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
Am G
And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they dillingers
Am F
I'd get more in depth, if you boys really real enough
Am G
This is la familia, I'll explain later
Am F
But for now let me get back to this paper
Am G
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back
Am F
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Am G
Yeah I'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero here it go
Am F
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas now we squared up
Am
Hold up
Chorus:
G Am
Life's a game but it's not fair
F Am
I break the rules so I don't care
G Am
So I keep doin' my own thing
F Am
Walkin' tall against the rain
G Am
Victory's within the mile
F Am
Almost there, don't give up now
G Am
Only thing that's on my mind
F Am
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Hey hey hey hey hey
G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Is who's gonna run this town tonight (Hey hey hey hey)
Am G
We are yeah I said it we are
Am F
You can call me Cesar in a dark Czar
Am G
Please follow the leader so Eric B. we are
Am F
Microphone fiend it's the return of thee God peace God
Am G
Ah ah and ain't nobody fresher
Am F
I'm in mason ah Martin Margiela
Am G
On the tape we're screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous
Am F
We got a bankhead full of broads they got a table full of fellas
Am G
And they ain't spending no cake
Am F
They should throw they hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades
Am G
My whole team got dough
Am F
So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro (yeah)
Chorus
Am G
It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
Am F
To everybody on your dick, no homo
Am G
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Am F
Next time I'm in church, please no photos
Am G
Police escorts everybody passports
Am F
This the life that everybody ask for
Am G
This a fast life we are on a crash course
Am F
What you think I rap for to push a fucking RAV 4
Am G
But I know that if I stay stunting
Am F
All these girls only gonna want one thing
Am G
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Am F
Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumming
Am G
She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string
Am F
And up top, unh, two bee stings
Am G
And I'm beasting off the riesling
Am F
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
Am G
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
Am F
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
Am G
Reebok baby You need to drop some new things
Am F
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
Am G
What's that 'Ye? baby, these heels
Am F
Is that a may, what, Baby, these wheels
Am G
You trippin' when you ain't sippin' have a refill
Am F
You feelin' like you runnin' huh, now you know how we feel (Wassup)
Am G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Hey hey hey hey hey
G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Hey hey hey hey hey (wassup)
Am G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F
Hey hey hey hey hey
Am G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
We gonna run this town tonight
Am G Am F x2
Wassup!
