Roc-A-Fella y'all
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[Jay] It's the Roc!
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Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
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[Jay] R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
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Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
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[Jay] Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo!
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Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
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[Jay] It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
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Jay-Z..
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[Jay-Z]
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Come on the track duh duh da-da
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With a throwback jersey and a fitted
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Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix
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Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
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Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man
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The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
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Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
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The Izod bucket on I'm so old school
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Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
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Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
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J-A, ladies help me say it now
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Y-Z, mami why you playin with me?
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Ride with me, get high as me
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It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'!
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Back up in this bitch like whoa
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Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo's
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[Chorus]
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(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him
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(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
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Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
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(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
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And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
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(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
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And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
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(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
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[Jay-Z]
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Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
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She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
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We in Luan (whoo!) gettin our groove on
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Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa'
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She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
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Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
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I am, killin 'em out there, they needin first aid
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Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade
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The crib got, killer views and square feet
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You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
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So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you
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Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good)
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I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
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Waist is low enough to let your waist show
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Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
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We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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"He did it again!" Haters no like
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But they gotta fuck with it cause the flow's so tight
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Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude
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All day, like Rastafari's do
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Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
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You fuckin up my high, don't bother me dude
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But Red Rover, send your hoes over
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She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda
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She can leave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova
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We can play HOWEVER, slay bed or sofa
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And the prognosis, sex is explosive
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Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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R.O., R.O.C. niggaz..
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R.O.C. niggaz
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(Roc-A-Fella y'all!)
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Jigga That Nigga
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Jay-Z |