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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 swagger
Mama, they said I a man
Well I I got the dagger back
the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The whole can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta drops
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I hi to 30 (what up?)
Young ya'll can't hurt me
Better and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set fire to empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga holla

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
That new (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some 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 switch her to my waist, in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip 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 lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways nowadays saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a nigga sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (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

The too long, my team too strong
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our
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 go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left hand'll lean 'em like a past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
Shut ya got A-Rod numbers
All you get buried in the trunk
When I the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the lookin' at MASH for months
I dumps 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 fuckin' them?
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club o' duckets (yeah)
chicks 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 chicks that play
And be on my way, listen