[Intro]
It's the Roc! Wooo!
Nike Airs is right... (check)
My bucket is low... (check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredible
[Verse 1]
f** it
I guess I got my swagger back
Mama, they said I k**ed a man
Well I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc ba*tards we are BACK!
In the heezy
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And all..I..need is a chick that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A n***a been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young n***as ya'll can't hurt me
Better watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to your empire
I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah
Double G-A livewire n***a holla back
[Hook]
All I need
Rocawear... (check)
Nike Airs... (check)
Mean bucket... (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way
[Verse 2]
C'mon...now
All I need in this world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my b**h
Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)
But no adlibbin' n***a stick to the script
Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer
Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even steal on a n***a muhf**as'll sue
In this time and age, what's a real muhf**a to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhf**as like you
But real n***as don't fret cause the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin' true
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Listen
The cream too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'll n***as in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday gunplay's optional
However n***as want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap sh**
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little a** hits
Read my rap sheet n***a, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at MASH for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot free and pee-pee on the steps
We've got no respect
No law or governin' why you f**in' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you f**in' wit' them?
All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby
[Hook]
[Outro]
Listen
(All I need)
Rocafella Records
Freeway
Oskino and Sparks
Chris & Neef
(All I need)
Mickey and Mallory
Broad Street Bully
M-Extra Money, ha
YOUNG!
(All I need)
H to the izzo
CLUE!
Rell
Uh huh...yeah, yeah
(All I need)