[*Girl speaking french, then says*]
Roc-A-Fella y`all
[Intro - Jay-Z]:
It`s the Roc (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Woo!!
R-O, R-O-C, nigga (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
HOV!
R-O-C, niggas (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
(Trackmasters)
R-O-C, niggas (Jay-Z)
[Verse 1]:
Come on a track like duh-duh-duh-duh
Wit` a throw-back jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of hersey and adcentives
I might take sips of army wit` a chi-ick, I`m so sick wit` it
Lampin` in the Hamptons, the weekends, man
In Stan Smith Adidas and a Campus
Or plain guts on a cruise, Hermaine boat shoes
The Izod bucket on, I`m so old school
Yellow wristwatch, Gucci flip-flops
Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, ladies help me say it now, Y-Z, mami, why you playin` wit` me?
Ride wit` me, get high as me
How it`s supposed to be, when you rollin` wit` G`s
HOV! Back up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole shit jumpin` like 6-4`s
[Chorus]:
(Hov) He is I and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on 20-inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
If y`all got love for me, I got love for y`all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y`all go to war for me, I`ll go to war wit` y`all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
[Verse 2]:
HOV! It`s on, breeze through jeans, it`s easy, too
She`s respondin`, top is C. Bronson
We in Luon, gettin` our groove on
Buyin` out the bar on our way to spa
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen 22`s on a six before
I am KILLIN` `EM OUT THERE, they needin first aid
`Cause the boy got more sixes then first grade
The crib got, killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami, I will leave you
Right where you stand, naw, I don`t wanna dance (nah, I`m good)
I just wanna see what`s in you Frankie B. pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin` a buck-60
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]:
HE DID IT AGAIN?! Haters no like
But they gotta fuck wit` it `cause the flow`s so tight
Gnarly, dude, I puff Bob Marley, dude
All day like Rastafaris do
Now I`m stuck to the point, alcoholic mood
You fuckin` up my high, don`t bother me, dude
Wit` red Rovers, send ya hoes over
She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin` wit` soda
She can leave WHENEVER, sip somethin` wit` Hova
We can play HOWEVER, sleigh, bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is explosive
Left her wit` wet bed sheets, nigga I`m FOCUSED
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]:
WHOA!
R-O-C, R-O-C, niggas
(T.M.)
R-O-C, niggas
(Roc-A-Fella, y`all)
