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

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

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (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

now
All I in this world 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!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in (uh huh)
A clown flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you
Can't even on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a real to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas you
But real niggas don't fret cause the one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

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

The cream too long, my too strong
is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Beamen [giggle]
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab
Left lean 'em like a little past six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the lookin' at MASH for months
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And flee free and pee-pee on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' him?
Matta'fact, why you wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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