Yo Bent, let`s get to the club man
[Hook]
R-O-C, if this is what ya want
Then put cha` hands up high and keep em` up
My dudes, my dimes then this is what cha` get
All playa, makin` paper, breakin` haters represent
So So, let`s go, the D to the EF
Now put cha` hands up high and keep em` up
Let`s drink and smoke and tear the party up
Now put cha` hands up again and tell me who ya love
[Verse 1]
Clothes, cash, cars, glass
Mary Blige or the cranberry and naj
22 wenches are so often witches
A couple of mansions, a couple of Benz`s
Flows is endless, dough tremendous
No one comprehends is the way I pen this
All of my men`s is in jeans and Tims`s
Came to get the club doors off the hinges
Wired right now, turn these lights down
The DJ booth`s on fire right now
Middle of the club with the thugs, I`m iced down
Half grape juice, half papaya right now
All my ladies, let`s be swayzie
My man got the Bentley, I got the Mercedes
So let`s just say we, hit 280
And rep for the Bricks cause my hook is crazy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Say (HIT ME ROC!)
All of the women in the club
Who love feelin` the villains and thugs
Say (HIT ME ROC!)
Maybe I will
But the dress, heels, head gotta be ill, but still
I tear they brain up with hella game
Numb chicks like novicaine every time I flow a game
The best that has ever came
Remember Mary Blige told you I was everything
It`s still the same, reala game, illa chain
Used to pump cane up in Jersey, over where Lauryn Hill would hang
But now it`s just an overseas villa thang
I love to hear my name, ladies would you say again
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Like this, like that, and like this and uh
My machine gun funks like Christopher
Now let me see y`all jump, bounce, get up
Puff something, pop something, slug till ya spit up
I`m so lit up
Used to have love fuckin` girls in my heart but my chain froze it up
You know what`s up, 9-7 grid
I come through in a crooked letter UV
Dippin` missin` competitions
Only wishin` for the mortician
6-4 sits on hydro suspension (Bounce)
Manuscriptin` my intuition (Bounce)
Shine and glitzin` my mind is missin`
But any beat chu` find, the rhyme just sits in the loop (Uh huh)
And ain`t no substitute
I`m a fly motherfucker all about the loot, come on
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
Say (PICK ME ROC!)
All of my mommies in the party, movin` they body
When you see me at the bar say (PICK ME ROC!)
Then show me ya thong, and it`s on
Come on all my ladies sing along
[Hook]
