text: Thank you, thank you, thank you!
  Youre far too kind
  Now, can I get an encore? Do you want more?
  Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
  So for one last time I need yall to roar
  Now, can I get an encore? Do you want more?
  Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
  So for one last time I need yall to roar
  Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that
  The rest of yall know where Im lyrically at
  Cant none of yall mirror me back
  Yeah, hearin me rap is like hearin G Rap in his prime
  Im Young H.O., raps Grateful Dead
  Back to take over the globe, now break bread
  Im in Boeing jets, Global Express
  Out the country, but the blueberry still connect
  On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck
  But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
  Grand openin, grand closin
  Goddamn, your man Hov cracked the can open again
  Who you gon find doper than him?
  With no pen, just draw off inspiration
  Soon you gonna see you cant replace him
  With cheap imitations for these generations
  Now, can I get an encore? Do you want more?
  Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
  So for one last time I need yall to roar
  Now, can I get an encore? Do you want more?
  Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
  So for one last time I need yall to roar
  Sighs Look what you made me do! Look what I made for you!
  Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
  When you first come in the game, they try to play you
  Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
  From Marcy to Madison Square
  To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years 
  As fate would have it, Jays status appears
  To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
  When I come back like Jordan
  Wearin the 4-5, it aint to play games with you
  Its to aim at you, probably maim you
  If I owe you Im blowin you to smithereens
  Cocksucker, take one for your team!
  And I need you to remember one thing 
  I came, I saw, I conquered
  From record sales to sold-out concerts
  So, motherfucker, if you want this encore
  I need you to scream til your lungs get sore
  Owww, its star time
  This man is mean, hes killin all yall jive turkeys
  Do yall want more of the Jigga man?
  Well, if yall want more of the Jigga man
  Then I need yall to help me bring him back to the stage
  Say Hova! – cmon, say it!
  Are yall out there? 
  Cmon, louder!
  Yeah, now see thats what Im talking about
  They love you, Jigga! They love you, Jigga!
  I like the way this one feel
  Its so motherfuckin soulful, man!
  Yeah okay