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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, said I killed a man
Well I guess I got the dagger
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 is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and
Now understands we be stopped
blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin'
A nigga been focused I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
Better watch and me
And learn how to earn better, I burn
I set fire to empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga back

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
All I
new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A day some chicks 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 two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the
Now all I need is a high-priced
Cuz it's foul ways everybody saw you
And they comin' to too, I thought you knew
Can't steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this time and age, what's a muhfucka to do
I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like 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 club couple o' (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 wanna 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 throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any Sunday gunplay's optional
However niggas it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe of this rap shit
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
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 leave you
In the lookin' at MASH for months
Then I dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the
got no respect
No law or governin' why you fuckin' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All need is the R-O-C baby

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 that wanna play
And be on my way, listen