Das Racist - Roc Marciano Joint lyrics

[Heems: Verse 1] Rock on the track like we got Roc on the track They ain’t seen it coming, there ain't no mock up for that right? These rappers is soft, they Tevin Campbell They Molly Ringwald, they Sixteen Candles DR so hype, man, our hypeman got a hypeman We aight, man Queens up to Dyckman Heems rollin' dice, man Something like the Dice Man Nice man, brown man, white like Norway If you good with spy make a pa** at her like Jorge Posada, tostadas, toasters in the holsters flow Rollin post apposed to flow Act like they supposed to know Really they be sleeping like they ain't never heard of folgers joe My soldiers rolling doja, bro Me, I'm eating dosa dough Queens, got the most verbose 'Til it's, 'til it's over yo Like [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Hempstead’s the town I rep Jewels hang from round my neck n***as is powderheads My Louie kicks is brown and red My toolie big, right down the leg Like that’s Italian bread My ho lay down a spread While I chow and lie down in bed A modern day Doc Holliday Behind them Prada Shades Do caca on n***as It’s like I ain’t been potty trained We shine this light like a jockey weigh, papi And if not catch me all on you like body paint My persona stay clean like Dasani taste Steam, roll thru, hit you with the shotty, let your body lay Robert Cavalli taste, my T’s run a buck twenty Gloves and skullies, my fingers clutch blood money Slugs and dummies make thugs scurry, and mothers worry n***a we gully, stay fly, never bummy You can’t get nothing from me, sh** ain’t all lovey-dovey Lick off the steel, get in the clear like 20-20 Marc, n***a, DR. We are [KOOL AD: Verse 3] Roc Marciano, Young Cocoa bu*ter, Kool A.D Grew from a tree, a plan proven to be Fruitful and useful, plus the zootin is free They tellin me I’m too stupid it’s the Cuban in me It’s only human, I’m only human I’m scoopin in usually three, usually four, usually more Your dude is a who*e Plus, I smoke more weed than there’s food at the store I think it’s kinda funny, right? EBT cop the groceries And poppin' OPP With the ghost of ODB At the OTB spot Shaun Bridgmohan at the 3 spot Shock G rockin' the G shock Watch with rocks mami Rockin her sh** off Ring finger on the G spot Buck naked save the cobra skin Reeboks Justin Timberlake and Justin Bieber on the beatbox Half Dizzee Rascal, half Fleet Foxes Treetops is where the kid boxes Like a young Rock Plus a young Rockhead Chief Rock before bed See prisms of light shine off the Bore Head, yep Moving on planes mayne just like a warhead Dang mayne bang bang bang bang your dead Slang brain famed in more bread Occasionally less bread But when I’m less feed, I’m still breastfeed Drink a lot of waters, well rested That’s what the best said Let’s get let’s let’s get it let’s get it let’s ah ha ah ha let’s get it Ah ha ah ha let’s get it yep yep yep Ah ha ah ha ah ha ah ha ah haaa