Beyonce - Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)... lyrics

[Produced by LV, Sean C, and Diddy] And the winner is Hov, my man! Speech! [Verse 1] First of all I wanna thank my connect The most important person, with all due respect Thanks to the duffle bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash Boys in blue who put green before the badge The first pusher who ever made the stash The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life Thanks to the lames, n***as with bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend Who carry the work cross state for a gentlemen Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly you: the customer [Hook (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life You don't even gotta bring your paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, house) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm k**ing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, house) (We in the house, house) [Verse 2] Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the Forbes figured, then figure more Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they don't know the feeling when them things get across Put ya hand out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit defrost Ice-cold, j**els got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink Rose, think OJ I get away with murder when I sling yay Heron got less steps than Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? [Hook] [Verse 3] Red Porsches, rare portraits Wear guns if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchard This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the ground Which means you get it when I'm around Rich n***as, black Bar Mitzvahs Mazel tov, it's a celebration b**hes, L'Chaim I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time Cheers, toast to crime Number one D-boy, shame he could rhyme [Outro] Sweet, let that ride out! Bring the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero music right here baby American Gangsta Taking flight, coming to a town near you Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like... Hovies home...Lukey baby Hahahahaha...ow!