its the roc wooo
my gear is right
my bucket is low
my rocawear is fittin incredible
fk it
i guess i got my swagger back
mama that said i killed her man
well i guess i got the dagger back
its the roc bastards we are back
in the heezy
jiggaman b sieg to measy
oskino and sparks and freeweezy
mickey mallory chris and neef hey
all i need is the love of my crew
the whole industry can hate me i thugged my way through
and allineed is a chick to hold a jimmy like
meth and mary like marvin and tammi unnnh
now understands we cant be stopped
from blowin swisher sweets outta candy drops
like we underground kings ridin dirty
a nigga been focused since i said hi to 30
young niggas yall cant hurt me
better watch and observe me
and learn how to earn better i burn cheddar
i set fire to your empire
i blow smoke in your face burn rubber off the rim tires
yes iahjay iah
double ga livewire nigga holla back
all i need
rocawear
nike airs
mean bucket
armadale in the club couple o duckets
couple chicks by my side lets ride
all i need
that new coupe
a doorag and a pocket full o loot
a sunny day some chicks that wanna play
and ill be on my way
cmonnow
all i need in this world o sin
is me and my girlfriend
i got a little twotwo i call er peggy sue
when im off in the club she fit right in my shoe
gotta switch her to my waist just in case
a clown wan flip gotta reach for my bitch
wanna act out a movie i could give you a clip
but no adlibbin nigga stick to the script
now allineed is a highpriced lawyer
cuz its foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
and they comin to court too i thought you knew
cant even steal on a nigga muhfkasll sue
in this time and age cuz real muhfkasll do
when im surrounded by squeal muhfkas like you
but real niggas dont fret cuz the number one crew
r to the o to the c comin true
listen
the cream too long my team too strong
bleek is too hot beans is gone
yall niggas in the crosshair the beams is on
yall whole block deserted yall fiends are gone
the whole roc is jumpin we reached our zenith
got fiends throwin up on themself like willy beaman
any given sunday gunplays optional
however niggas want it like soul ii soul
whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole
dikembe mutumbo of this rap shit
plus the jab is sick and its that quick
left handll lean em like a little past six
now run along witcha little ass hits
read my rap sheet nigga three classics
shut ya bumba got arod numbers
all you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
when i blast the pump i leave you relaxed
in the hospital lookin at mash for months
then i dumps dough on the da desk
and the fleece got free and peepee on the steps
weve got no respect
no law or governin why you fkin wit him
mattafact why you fkin wit them
all yall need is the roc baby
listen
rocafella records
freeway
oskino and sparks
chris neef
mickey and mallory
broad street bully
mextra money ha
young
h to the izzo
clue
rell
uh huhyeah yeah
