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