Re-Up Gang - Roc Boys lyrics

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Re-Up Gang - Roc Boys lyrics

And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the badge The first pusher whoever made the stash The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' 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 rappin' 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 The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm k**in' this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the Forbes figure, 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 freakin' for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they don't know the feelin' when them things get across Put ya hand out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit the frost Ice cold, j**els got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink Rosay, think OJ I get away with murder when I sling yay [Incomprehensible] got less steps then Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm k**in' this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house Red Porsche's, rare portraits Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid 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 tav, it's a celebration b**hes La Heim I wish for you a hundred years of success But it's my time, cheers, toast to crime Number one be-boy, chain n***a rhyme The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm k**in' this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm k**in' this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta Takin' flight, comin' to a town near you Soon as I touch down I just want y'all to start playin' the horns like Hovie's home, Lukey baby

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