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Memph Bleek always smoking that la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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Beanie Sigel always smoking that la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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Neptunes track smoke like la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby |
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Come on |
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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You should come, hang wit me, basically |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami |
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(Come on now, uhh) |
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I know my English ain't as modest as you like |
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But come, get some, you little bums |
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I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs |
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I bake the cake, get two of them for one |
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Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son |
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Uhh, I show you how to do this son |
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Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns |
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Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden |
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(Un, uh) |
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He padded himself the rap J F K |
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You wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis |
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Then hop ya ass out that S class |
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Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask |
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Have you in your long-legged life |
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Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? |
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(Uhh) |
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Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think twice |
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'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a little red light |
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Need a light? |
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To smoke that la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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Beanie Sigel always smoking that la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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Memph Bleek always smoking that la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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It's the ROC mami, sing our lullaby |
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Come on |
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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You should come, hang wit me, basically |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami |
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(Come on now, uhh) |
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We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo |
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Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos |
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All attracted to Hov' because they know dough |
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When they see him, which be European |
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If you're a teen chances you're wit him |
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(Ten) |
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If you're a five you know you ridin' wit them |
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Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him |
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No prescription you could prescribe to subside his affliction |
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He's not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin' |
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You can't rain dance on his picnic |
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No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens |
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Can dead his sickness |
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(Whoo) |
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No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4 |
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This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch |
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And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket |
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Nawimean |
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(Yao Ming) |
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Still smoking that la, la, la |
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Memph Bleek still smoking that la, la, la |
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Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five |
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It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby |
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Come on |
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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You should come, hang wit me, basically |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami |
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(Come on now, uhh) |
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Forget English, talk body language |
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I be all over mamis like body painters |
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Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist |
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Please excuse yourself, you're very sick |
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Don't confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch |
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Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life |
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Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack |
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.45 gun smoke, choke off that |
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Back to the music, I ain't wit all that |
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Plus the feds tappin' my music I get all that |
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I'm the public industry number one |
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Public industry number two is my whole crew R O C |
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And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who like you |
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That's gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way |
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But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future |
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I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya |
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As we, smoke that la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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Memphis Bleek always smoking that la, la, la |
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(Hoo) |
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Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five |
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(Hoo) |
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It's the ROC bitch, sing our lullaby |
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Come on |
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Excuse me miss, I'm the shit |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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You should come, hang wit me, basically |
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(Do you want me to do it?) |
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Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami |
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(Come on now, uhh) |
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Do you want me to do it |
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Come watch me now, uhh |