Roc the Mic (Remix)
Nelly
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You know we hadda do a remix right? Ho, ho, ho All you young gunnerz Hey Just, this the one right here baby I told you dawg Its be sig in the place with state P And we got what it takes to rock the mic right yea Still watch what you say to B.sig 'Cause I still will knock your ass the f*ck out I bring the hood when I'm travelin' Scrap backwoods unravelin' Scrap smoke good when we travelin' Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (Strap your folks) Who want beef with state P Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close Its free, listen Blow trees with mac mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not a brave nigga? (Fuckin' with some made niggas) Hit him with the AK nigga (Free no you didn't) Yes I did Overpayed shit? Wait a minute When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib (Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's freeway in the place with my squad And we got what it takes to dump the K Flip your ride Its be sig in the place with state P And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yea Still watch what you say to young free 'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out Its freeway in the place with state P And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right yea Still watch what you say to be sig 'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D E Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee And I got what it takes to rock the mic right (Yea) You better watch what you say around here 'Cause there's somethin' on my waste to make the whole place break Its Murph down in the place with Nelly And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yea You better watch what you say to my face 'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em Twenty one when I'm clubbin it Fake ID for the f*ck of it I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy? Two toy carrier, two stashes One truck that seats six asses Swing through to refuse the masses Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes I used to drive my mama stuff Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the bomb pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips with chumps up in my trunk And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down Finance a pay down, heard what I said now? See how I proceed with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna Around six in the six with the throwback Sixers, number six, Julius IRV Cris and the herb, make it hard to swerve Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K "know" one here even said your name Are you really feelin guilty bout somethin man S sad to see you really just want just One more hit please please You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension No we ain't system call this mic invention Snitchin? Matter of fact stay the f*ck out the kitchen Nelly cookin with too many dimensions Mid west, and we aim about mid chest Duked on my side, too many in my tribe Coupe outside who the f*ck want a ride? Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee And I got what it takes to rock the mic right (Yea) You better watch what you say around her 'Cause there's somethin on my waste to make the whole place break Its freeway in the place with state P And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yea Still watch what you say to be sig 'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D E, yea All ya niggas, brand yourself Go get the burnin' nigga, brand yourself All ya niggas, brand yourself Go get the burnin' nigga, brand yourself Shit, shit stop, stop (Ho, ho, ho) (Ho, ho, ho)
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Written by: CORNELL HAYNES, DWIGHT GRANT, JUSTIN GREGORY SMITH, LESLIE PRIDGEN, TOHRI MURPHY LEE HARPER
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