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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 said I a man
I guess I got the dagger 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 is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I my way through
And all..I..need is a that hold a jammy
Like and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy
we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll can't me
Better 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 holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket o' loot (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 little 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 flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga to the script
Now all I is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's foul nowadays everybody saw you
And comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by muhfuckas like 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 chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks wanna play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my team too
Bleek is too hot, Beans is
niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll 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 it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left lean 'em like a little past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And flee free and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit'
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 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 that wanna play
And I'll be on my way,