uhh
uhh
uhh
let's go
uhh
bounce
uhh
bounce
uhh
bounce
uhh. shit relax your mind
let your conscience be free
you're now rollin with them thugs from the r-o-c
sigel sigel in the house
uh-huh
sick bastard
get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uhh
uhh
memph bleek in the house
still here
never left
still bust
more or less
still puff - beeatch!
uh
uhh
uh-huh-uh-uhh
uhh
young hova in the house. jigga! yeah
crist' sipper
six dipper
wrist splitter nigga!
hold up love
everytime you see jigga man i'm rollin on dubs
don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
it's the motherfuckin roc bitch
who hotter than us?
jay-hov
bout to change my name to jay peso
but in the meantime
call me william h. though
on the platinum yamaha
got the engine gunnin
throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{cycle whizzes by} y'all don't hear nuttin?
who that
mac?
nah dawg
that's m. bleek comin
who the fluck
want
what?
catch bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police
gat on my lap bitch on my back
yak in my pocket
smokin the sticky chocolate
holla if you want drama with
the dynasty; amil
bleek
jigga and. sigel
desert eagle dawg
who else but me?
roc ears
roc-wears
bandannas and white tees
me without a gun dawg
unlikely
you know i keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
three-x-t
i'm lincoln now
you can't see the pound
got a little gut so gat sit tucked
i run wild
gun high
l.a. style
bang the roscoe to the sunrise
plus i stay dumb high
whether block shit or rock shit
club shit or drug shit
i pop shit i got shit
get sig' any track i'ma spit the talk to it
down south all bounce crips gon' walk to it
get a ounce
get a woods
everybody spark to it
every dawg
every blood in the hood
bark to it
get the ounce
get the woods
everybody spark to it
we can smoke in here
put the choke in the air
don't change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
sigel sigel in the house
uh-huh
sick bastard
get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
don't change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
memph bleek in the house
still here
never left
still bust
more or less
still puff - beeatch!
don't change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
young hova in the house. jigga!
crist' sipper
six dipper
wrist splitter nigga!
i wear more bling to the source and soul train's
more chains than rings
niggaz won't do a thing
i bangs the four-four in plain
daylight i'm deranged
spray right at your brain; by the way this is hov'
one shot dillinger
one shot killin ya
it's only one roc la familia
sigel lock philly up
brooklyn is me
matter of fact
the east coast fuck took it from me
fourth album still jay still spittin that real shit
volume 3 still sold more records than will smith
can't call this a comeback
i run rap
the fuck is y'all sayin?
five million i done that
and i come back
to do it again
ex-sinner
grammy award winner
ballin repeatedly
highlights on sportscenter
please repeat after me - there's only one rule
i will not
lose!