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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 said I a man
Well I guess I got the dagger
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my
The whole can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick hold a jammy
Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we be stopped
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 how to earn better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to empire
I smoke in your face, burn rubber 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 and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some that wanna play
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 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta for my bitch
Wanna act out a I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' stick to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways nowadays saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by muhfuckas like you
But niggas don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C true

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple by my side, let's ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way

The cream too long, my team too
Bleek is too hot, 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 Willy [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 this rap
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha ass hits
Read my rap nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at 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 fuckin' wit'
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 club couple o' (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 chicks that wanna play
And be on my way, listen