The R.O.C.

Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock man D-G-L we back in the club again, ya know? Holla J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy! Ya heard? we back - b****es Don't be scared now, it's the Roc We here, ya know? as if we left this b**** (R!) Really though, ya know? (gimme the O!) Marcy holla, uh oh (C!) Brooklyn Let's do this s*** right, yo I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless No security I move with shooters V Tweezy dual exhaust Stash box like a child seat, tucked in the baby Taurus (D-G-L!) I'm on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowing on Phillies And yeah I'm high as f*** And the Roc's the realest click n**** I'm a buy as f*** what! Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me I call my n**** seal the deal Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick! And I got that on stand by (stand by) What you commercial n****s fly stand buy, won't stand by And let a n**** do his dues F*** these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the [Chorus:Repeat x2] Are, realest n****s puttin it down Oh, other n****s can't see us now See, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors White tees and fitted's, backwoods and spinage That's haze for you dudes who don't get it I smoke silver and strawberry Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary I keep one that keep one Yeah my b**** bag b****es too, we the illest crew Nothing change but the rims upgrade It's quarters now ma, and I'm on it now So hop in, I pull off like toupes And the only thing I rock on my hip that's two ways My b****, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters Still peeling the city with two seaters And you know how I does it while I'm doing it Black couping it b****, I keep two in it [Chorus] Look here, I live wild like Q cousin +Day-Day+ Anytime I want, I take they K "Next Friday" till November Stay two more weeks I'll be home in December You know I move like that The game all mad cause I'm back with my tool like that I'm in that big body truck That I whip through the sky like I don't give a f*** Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage Just copped it, I drove it and parked it Truthfully that's my Sunday wheel And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel n****! I got one day for her still OK for her But by sunrise, I throwed her one high You know I'm up and out Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, pull out easy gone It's the [Chorus]