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

it
I guess I got my back
Mama, they said I a man
Well I guess I got the back
the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the of my crew
The whole industry can 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 can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy
Like we underground kings, dirty
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
Better watch and me
And learn how to earn better, I cheddar
I set fire to your
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga back

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 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
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' stick to the script
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In time and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club 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 that wanna 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 whole block deserted, fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at MASH for
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And flee free and pee-pee on the steps
We've got no
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)
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 chicks that play
And be on my way, listen