Yo Bent, let's get to the club man [Hook] R-O-C, if this is what ya want Then put cha' hands up high and keep em' up My dudes, my dimes then this is
Dupri: Take that, take that) Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P. J.D., you know about the L.B.C. My niggaz love the stellas
duped and jerked 'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make an end
! You know the deal If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see
D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok, ok
Let's go, bounce, bounce, bounce Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free You're now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel, Sigel in the
in love I'm looking so crazy in love's, got me looking Got me looking so crazy in love Young Ho, y'all know when the flow is loco Young B and the R O C
with Caine, to Herb, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C
Intro] Niggaz just love the cash Shake down niggaz say yea 1-9 niggaz love the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love
crazy in love I'm looking so crazy in love's Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love Check it, let's go Young Hov y'all know when the flow is loco Young B and the R O C
and a little backwood A whole lotta money big tip I would, I put her on the train little engine could BITCH! {CHORUS} [Roscoe Dash Verse] Roscoe Dash ok, R-O-S-C-O
' name? Like I'm Big Snoop Ready Roc, hear the crowd scream Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'
straight Stop smashin' the five and appear in the court dates I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next I'
way o' livin' Now if ya C walkin', ya best to see Crippin' An' that goes for kids too an' R an' B singers Nigga, quit Crip walkin' if ya ain't a gang
right where you at [R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus] Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh [Verse 2 - R.O.C.] Lord knows, flows, I kick expose Hoes
hips I'm a tall glass of water, who ready to take sips? Shit nigga this what we do Convict, Star Trak, Black J's who are you? No parents [chorus]
will blast your shit Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly Used to be O T, now I'm 2.3, uh Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate Be that same chick
