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

it
I guess I got my back
Mama, said I killed a man
Well I 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 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
blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga focused 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 burn
I set fire to your
I blow smoke in your face, burn off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga holla

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

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 full o' (got those)
A sunny day chicks that wanna 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, ya'll fiends are (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas want it like II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
Read my rap sheet nigga, 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 dumps dough on the D.A.
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
We've got no
No law or governin' why you fuckin' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' them?
All need is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket o' loot (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way, listen