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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 guess I got the 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 need is the love of my
The whole can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a that hold a jammy
Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we be stopped
blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll can't me
Better watch and me
And learn how to better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to your
I blow in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire holla back

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

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

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

The cream too long, my too strong
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 Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas want it Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
We've got no
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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 sunny day chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way,