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

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, they I killed a man
Well I I got the dagger back
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and (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 a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now understands we be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy
Like we underground kings, dirty
A nigga been since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young ya'll can't hurt me
watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I cheddar
I set fire to your
I blow smoke in your face, burn off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day chicks that wanna play
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
When I'm off in the club she fit in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my
act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you
Can't even on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple 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 that wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my team too
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run along little ass hits
Read my rap nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the hospital lookin' at MASH for
Then I dumps dough on the D.A.
And flee scot free and on the steps
We've got no
No law or why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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