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the Roc! Wooo!
My is right (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
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
Oschino and and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my
The whole industry can hate me I my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A nigga been focused 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 your
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A nigga holla back

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 o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna
And be on my way

now
All I need in 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 in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' stick to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret cause the number one
R to the O to the C true

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

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

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