Bath Salts

[Verse 1: JAY-Z & Swizz Beatz]

Haute is the livin', Coca-Cola's the sponsor (Woo)

I run up with your boo, uh, Hov is a monster (Oh)

Yeah, uh, they like me like that

Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that

I'm the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer (Woo)

Come be my Kardashian, queen of the come up

Uh, to be loved, Shakespearean

Experience to be us

Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff (Woo)

Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list (Oh)

Yeah, I think I might need a harem (Say, say)

I'm way too much, y'all should share 'em (Hands in the air)

I'm feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle

Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit

All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle

God bless the child that can hold his own, achoo (Queens, stand up)

[Verse 2: Nas & Swizz Beatz]

My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture (Woo)

Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders (Uh)

One be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me (Ow)

Make me have no soul, so I like to take a tally

All the favor of the days when the paper wasn't major

But love was abundant

Before the God got the "God's Son" upon the stomach

Let these niggas know it was a feeling I would get

From music that they would come with (Talk to 'em, Nas)

Hate start with H 'cause the H come after a G (Right)

They won't say it face to face, they say it after I leave

After the first night at my place, she asked for the keys

It's my season, Garden of Eden, we Adam and Eve

Now we're naked in savage hedonism from a lack of belief

I ain't a pastor, pass the Lafite

We ain't in no relationship, but do relationship things

No ring, but she slide through when I ring (Hands in the air)

Ha, let's put success to the side

I'd still be this fly if I worked at Popeyes

That's a whole lotta spinach, whole game full of gimmicks

Make a fool out of yourself for a post on Akademiks

We are not the same, I am a alien

Hovering over your city, shutting down all the stadiums

Wiping out everything in my radius

Don't play with us, y'all ain't made enough

[Verse 3: DMX]

Shit pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up

Cats better slow it up, y'all niggas know what's up

My niggas throw it up, we all know that

Got niggas missing in action, where are they at?

See you niggas never really been duffed out

But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out

Duke, the rough route

We don't play around here, nigga, we grown

Start applying the pressure, give a dog a bone

I'm taking half, it's just that simple

Or I can start poppin' niggas like pimples

I'ma let you call it, you ballin'

'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you staggerin' and fallin'

Holding up the wall, you got more than enough holes in you to fall

You're just wasting a nigga time, come on, man

I got shit to do like hit your crew

Might hit your crib, what that bitch gon' do?

Not a damn thing, but go with the program

Beast on that bitch like Conan—bo-nan

I'ma go where no man has ever gone, nigga

When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know in a fuckin' song

I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run

Come through like (*gunshots*) 'til the squeezin' is done

And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go

And turn your whole block into death row (Woo)