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

it
I guess I got my back
Mama, they I killed 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?)
and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way
And all..I..need is a chick hold a jammy
Like and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher outta candy drops
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been since 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 to your empire
I smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
G-A livewire nigga holla back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, 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 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
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no nigga stick 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 on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a real to do
I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

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

The cream too long, my too strong
Bleek is too hot, 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 Sunday gunplay's
However niggas want it like Soul II (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
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 numbers
All you get buried in the trunk
When I the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All need is the R-O-C baby

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