[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 new? 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