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the Roc! Wooo!
My is right (check)
My is low (check)
My is fittin' incredible

it
I guess I got my swagger
Mama, they said I a man
Well I guess I got the back
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my
The whole can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A nigga been focused I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
watch and observe me
And learn how to better, I burn cheddar
I set to your empire
I smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A nigga holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day some chicks wanna play
And be on my way

now
All I need in world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I give you a clip (buk!)
But no nigga stick to the script
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz it's foul nowadays everybody saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In time and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real niggas don't fret the number one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my team too
Bleek is too hot, Beans is
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our
Got fiends up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday optional
However niggas it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a past six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you get buried in the trunk
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And I'll be on my way,