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

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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

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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

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