Memphis Bleek - Do My lyrics

[Jay-Z] Turn that motherf**er louder It's the Roc in this motherf**er Bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherf**er? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherf**er? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat a**es and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' Yo I come through, few of my man's Scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes Indian hair, Black girl a** Let me pour you a gla** of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I palm your a** And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her I can't diss duke I tell you this though Get with this dude I'll teach you about dough And show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze b**hes Just skeeze b**hes Break up happy homes Just seize misses You'll never get her back once you get a yacht How you love that? How you love that? [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherf**er? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherf**er? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat a**es and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' Ay yo back woods rollin' Rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin' What more can I say? We still k**in' em Bags we still dealin' em Four wheels, we wheelin' them Chicks like I'm feelin' him Yeah ma okay Black jeans and Timberlands Give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them n***as and us We the R-O-C and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make j**els that we don't cop What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherf**er [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherf**er? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherf**er? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat a**es and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherf**er? (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherf**er? (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding n***as Get your mind right, ha-ha