Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R.O.C., artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
R.O.C. |
| Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock man |
| DGL we back in the club again, ya know? |
| Holla |
| J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! |
| easy! |
| Ya heard? |
| we back — bitches |
| Don’t be scared now, it’s the Roc |
| We here, ya know? |
| as if we left this bitch (R!) |
| Really though, ya know? |
| (gimme the O!) |
| Marcy holla, uh oh (C!) Brooklyn |
| Let’s do this shit right, yo |
| I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless |
| No security I move with shooters |
| V Tweezy dual exhaust |
| Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus (DGL!) |
| I’m on skinnies, two with me |
| Battle of Armi, '89 in it I’m blowin on Phillies |
| And yeah I’m high as fuck |
| And the Roc’s the realest click nigga I’m a buy as fuck WHAT! |
| Say I’m bug cause I walk with a hung John |
| Nine two hund' fifty, don’t disrespect me |
| I call my nigga 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 niggas fly stand buy, won’t stand by |
| And let a nigga do his dues |
| Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the |
| R — realest niggas puttin it down |
| O — other niggas can’t see us now |
| C — 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 dont 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 bitch bag bitches too, we the illest crew |
| Nothin 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 bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters |
| Still peeling the city with two seaters |
| And you know how I does it while I’m doin it |
| Black coupin it bitch, I keep two in it |
| 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 fuck |
| Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage |
| Just copped it, I drove it and parked it |
| Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel |
| And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel nigga! |
| 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. |