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[Jay-Z] Turn that motherfucker louder It's the Roc in this motherfucker.. bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Hook: Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it, fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you still gunnin Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin [Memphis Bleek] Yo I come through, few of my man's, scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair Black girl ass, let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul while I palm your ass And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her, I can't diss duke I tell you this though, get with this dude I'll teach you about dough, and show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze wristes, I just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes, just sieze misses You'll never get her back, once you get a yap How you love that? .. How you love that? [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Hook] [Memphis Bleek] Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin, crusin through Manhattan Bleek is chillin, Murda is chillin What more can I say? We still killin em Bags we still dealin em, four wheels, we wheelin them Chicks like I'm feelin him - yeah ma, okay Black jeans and Timberlands give em adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C, and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [Hook] [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha
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