Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)..., artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 21.11.2010
Song language: English
Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)... |
| First of all I wan' thank my connect |
| The most important person with all due respect |
| Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag |
| The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash |
| Boys in blue who put greed before the badge |
| The first pusher whoever made the stash |
| The Roc Boys in the building tonight |
| Oh what a feeling I’m feeling life |
| Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim |
| Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game |
| Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery |
| Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy |
| To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend |
| Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen |
| Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers |
| And most importantly you, the customer |
| The Roc Boys in the building tonight |
| Oh what a feeling, I’m feeling life |
| You don’t even gotta bring ya paper out |
| We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house |
| (We in the house, hou-, hou-) |
| The Roc Boys in the building tonight |
| Look at how I’m chilling, I’m killing this ice |
| You don’t even gotta bring ya purses out |
| We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house |
| (We in the house, hou-, hou-) |
| (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) |
| Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score |
| Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore |
| Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more |
| Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw |
| Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores |
| Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours |
| I figure frauds never hit a lick before |
| So they don’t know the feeling when them things get across |
| Put ya hand out the window, feel the force |
| Feel the Porsche, hit the frost |
| Ice cold, jewels got no flaws |
| Drop got no top, you on the top floor |
| Pink Rosay, think OJ |
| I get away with murder when I sling yay |
| Niggas got less steps then Britney |
| That means it ain’t stepped on, dig me? |
| Red Porsches, rare portraits |
| Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress |
| This apple sauce is from the apple orchid |
| This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses |
| Which means I get it from the ground |
| Which means you get it when I’m around |
| Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs |
| Mazel tav, it’s a celebration bitches, la heim |
| I wish for you a hundred years of success but it’s my time |
| Cheers, toast to crime |
| Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme |
| Sweet, let that ride out! |
| Bring the horns back in, yeah |
| This is black super hero music right here baby |
| American Gangsta |
| Taking flight, coming to a town near you |
| Soon as I touch down I just want ya’ll to start playing the horns like… |
| Hovies home… Lukey baby |
| Hahahahaha… ow! |