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1,2 Y'All
作詞：Shawn C Carter, Malik Cox, G Grainger, Robert Kirkland, J Lloyd, Renee Scroggins, Valarie Scroggins
Ya know, it's the ROC
(Bounce)
Yeah, I see ya, let's go, drop one
Yeah, yo, yo
1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, nigga, we gotcha
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote P89's on me all the time
My rhymes is serious, I'm kill 'em every time
While I'm sunk in that 745
I am feel like a jet when I ride
(When I ride)
So, I ride, nigga, feel me on cruise control
Game tight, nigga, lose your hoe
I smoke take a few pulls of the refer
Ridin' under the tint, doin' the deuce fever
Need some, so, I check the beeper
Before B.I.G. Pasted, he passed the number to Katrina
Get it right, the game still remain
And I'm married to the shit, you niggas still engaged
Nothin' change, twelve gage still pop
If you niggas wanna jump at the ROC
You can come, witcha block, if you want to
Yeah, ease the same
I bet it all on dice, so, I could freeze the chain
(Now, that's game)
All you hoes is a show, ma fa'sho
(Your truck come with a chaffeur?)
You know, ease the truth, they say sex is a weapon
You'll be dead when I shoot
1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, nigga, we gotcha
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
It's Get Low and the ROC ain't a click out touchin 'em
Doe doublin' bitch, niggas not discussin 'em
Block tick rabbit ,when I'm finger fuckin 'em
Fuck a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with 'em
It's Geda K, the young horse and M. Ease of course we gettin' cheese
Draw we don't squeeze and SUV's on two-fours with TV's
Probably with your bitch, playin' the backseat
And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill with it
Type to get rid of and never go to the crib with her
Shit, I move according to plans and still visit park
And still kick it and pick my niggas up
And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc'n
Live from PR or Oakland, bitch, it's Get Low, let me know what's up
If you get it the truck get in postion to fuck
I'm ghetto, Hero Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro'in
I pimp through their boroughs in
Ya better keep your chicks intact 'cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack
1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, nigga, we gotcha
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1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aright, check it out, check it out, uh, oh, uh, oh, yo
Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE
BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine
My niggas on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams
Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya
Flash this gun up in ya face like photographers
(Camera flash noise)
Stay in the hood with ice, ain't noboby robbin' us
When it come to rappin', ain't noboby stoppin' us dog
(Ha, ha)
It's ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin' on side, B.I.G. on top of us
Get Low firing my Phillie niggas ride with us
(Reloading noise)
Dutch this blunt up if you wanna get high with us
(Puffing noise)
BK yo we reppin', I'm like cash everywhere I'm accepted
From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi
I keep it all hood till the day that I die
1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, nigga, we gotcha
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, oh
Raps in trouble, HOV 'bout to double back
And lock the streets again, ain't no police and him
Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low
Niggas, be careful what you sayin' on Lay Low
Are Nextel radio niggas have 'em at the radio before you exhale, nigga?
The cats out the bag but blast out the mag
Send them words back in your mouth out ya ass
Talkin' shit, all you get is cleaned the fuck up
I ain't steamed the fuck up either
Hire the team but me, myself and Irene
I come through and lean you fucker, I'm tryin to keep niggas from killing you
You still talkin shit to me, you now as smart as you appear to be
I got dum-dums for dumb-dumbs
I'm a right man, got a educated left hook in a right hand
Fuck like whoa, got a flow like damn
The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam
No disrespect intended
But if you offended, can't take it back, handle your business
I'm just statin' facts, the whole worlds against us
And we will not surrender and we will survive
Turn out ya lights like Teddy Penta-Grass
Get ready for the coldest winter ass, I proceed
Yeah, yo, yo
1, 2, y'all, you know, I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 y'all, you know, I stop ya
Dirty, get low, nigga, we gotcha
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
1, 2 y'all, uh
(Y'all)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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