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Do My

Turn that motherfucker louder

It's the Roc in this motherfucker, biotch

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

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're still gunnin'

Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

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 bitches

Just skeeze bitches break up happy homes

Just seize misses you'll never get her back once you get a yacht

How you love that? How you love that?

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?

Yeah, yeah, come on

Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?

Yeah, yeah, come on

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're still gunnin'

Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Ay, yo back woods rollin', rap you can't hold 'em

ROC gear matchin' crews 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 them 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

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?

Yeah, yeah, come on

Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?

Yeah, yeah, yeah come on

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're still gunnin'

Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

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

R O C, we don't stop

R O C, we don't stop

Uh Memp Bleek, the understanding niggas

Get your mind right, ha ha

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