Memphis Bleek - Do My (feat. Jay-Z) lyrics

[Jay-Z] Turn that motherf**er louder It's the Roc in this motherf**er.. bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounce 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) [Hook: 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 still gunnin Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin [Memphis Bleek] 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 wristes, I just skeeze b**hes Break up happy homes, just sieze misses You'll never get her back, once you get a yap 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) [Hook] [Memphis Bleek] Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin, crusin through Manhattan 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 em 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 [Hook] [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