[Intro]
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Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock man
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DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla
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J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy!
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Ya heard? we back - bitches
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Don't be scared now, it's the Roc
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We here, ya know? as if we left this bitch (R!)
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Really though, ya know? (gimme the O!)
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Marcy holla, uh oh (C!) Brooklyn
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Let's do this shit right, yo
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[Verse 1]
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I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless
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No security I move with shooters
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V Tweezy dual exhaust
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Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus (DGL!)
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I'm on skinnies, two with me
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Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies
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And yeah I'm high as fuck
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And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck WHAT!
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Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John
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Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me
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I call my nigga seal the deal
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Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick!
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And I got that on stand by (stand by)
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What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't stand by
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And let a nigga do his dues
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Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
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[Chorus - repeat 2x]
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R - realest niggas puttin it down
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O - other niggas can't see us now
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C - come through your hood snatch and reap up
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But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
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[Verse 2]
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You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers
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Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors
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White tees and fitted's, backwoods and spinage
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That's haze for you dudes who dont get it
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I smoke silver and strawberry
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Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary
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I keep one that keep one
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Yeah my bitch bag bitches too, we the illest crew
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Nothin change but the rims upgrade
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It's quarters now ma, and I'm on it now
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So hop in, I pull off like toupes
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And the only thing I rock on my hip that's two ways
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My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters
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Still peeling the city with two seaters
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And you know how I does it while I'm doin it
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Black coupin it bitch, I keep two in it
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Look here, I live wild like Q cousin +Day-Day+
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Anytime I want, I take they K
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+Next Friday+ till November
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Stay two more weeks I'll be home in December
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You know I move like that
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The game all mad cause I'm back with my tool like that
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I'm in that big body truck
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That I whip through the sky like I don't give a fuck
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Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage
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Just copped it, I drove it and parked it
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Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel
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And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel nigga!
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I got one day for her still ok for her
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But by sunrise, I throwed her one high
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You know I'm up and out
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Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, pull out easy gone
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It's the..
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[Chorus]
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R.O.C.
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Memphis Bleek |