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the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is (check)
My is low (check)
My is fittin' incredible

it
I I got my swagger back
Mama, said 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 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
Like Meth and Mary, like and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets candy drops
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll can't me
watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
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)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
All I
new coupe (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 little two-two I call 'er Sue
I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta her to my waist, just 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' nigga to the script
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz it's foul ways nowadays 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, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real niggas don't fret cause the number one
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (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 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 whole Roc is jumpin', we our zenith
Got fiends up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday optional
However niggas want it like Soul II (however do you waaaaant it)
got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at for months
I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
We've got no
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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