Lyrics:
nigga I'm flexing uhhh
You prolly warn rob me
Know now this ain't no red wedding (ayi)
This the new roc no wrestling
Shit cooking in the kitchen no Heston
Sasso, 69-0-0-3 la Villette
DJ Roc-J, c'est la base
Libérez Yanso et Younes hein
Capuché, pas d'permis dans l'RS3
On fait du cash pendant qu'tu
Drop top, interior is plush
Drop down, get your eagle on
Roc, Roc The Mic, Beanie Sigel song
Got, got it right like my left was gone
I'm up all night
Peggy gou
Fuck it their time's limited hardrocks too
Oh si oh si
Come come cosi
Roc beats green il betamaker l'MC
Non centri un cazzo?
Get the fuck
inquietud
Esa persona que te alegra
Elrubius, Thous y JP, no le caen bien a Auronplay
Alexby, Roc y Willyrex, pegando tiros sin cuartel
1000 formas de
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) ooh la
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) rell
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
And this is Roc-A-Fella music
Crack-a lackin', stand up
of the lights)
Spotlights, strobe lights, flashlights, street lights, headlights
(All of the lights, all of the lights)
Fast life, short life, lost life, ROC
Dette her er Roc
Er så fucked
Skal ha fitte her i natt
Dette er Roc
Er så fucked
Bitches stripper her i natt
Helt carefree
For jeg er fra Dønski
Hun
fois-ci le roc est tombé croc
C'est ouf comme une lady peut rendre un scar-la dingue
Lui faire poser son flingue et le convaincre de quitter la jungle
some niggas just don't got the skills ( Skills )
Was a roc boy before I figured out who Jay Z is ( Roc Boy )
All about the Benjamins favorite President
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got the shit to pop
The doors was closed, I
Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest
your life, huh? Roll with the winners
Heavy spinners like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks
Ha ha, ha ha
What? '96 and forever
Rok-A-Blok, Roc-A-Fella
I'm feelin' it (yeah, keep it realer than most)
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
man
R-O-C (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong
Nine
You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella, forever, You can catch me
Skating through your town putting it down y'all relating
No waiting I'll make your block
You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella, forever, You can catch me
Skating through your town putting it down y'all relating
No waiting I'll make your block
flawless
Flossin on that, flawless
This diamond, flawless
My diamond, flawless
This rock, flawless
My Roc, flawless
I woke up like this
I woke up like
babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficial raps is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel with
been hot this long
Started from nothing but he got this strong
Built the Roc from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you
Peddled bikes, got my
dude became the young Pootie Tang, tippy tow
Roc-A-Fella chain, yeah, that's my rapper style
Rosary piece, yeah, that's my Catholic style
Red
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got the shit to pop
The doors was closed, I
"Next message"
"Hey, Mike, what's up?
This is Roc, just asking you what's happening?
I was just touching base, seeing how your Easter went
Um,
Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest
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