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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 back
Mama, they said I a man
I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick hold a jammy
Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
Like we underground kings, dirty
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
niggas ya'll can't hurt me
Better watch and me
And learn how to better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to your
I blow smoke in your face, burn 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 o' duckets (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna
And be on my way

now
All I need in this 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, in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta for my bitch
act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' stick to the script
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga sue
In this time and age, what's a muhfucka to do
When I'm by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (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 full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way

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

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