Memphis Bleek - Just Roc lyrics

Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock

Man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla

Bounce! Easy we back bitches

Don't be scared now, its the Roc

We here, never left this bitch ya know?

[Verse 1]

I pull up on deuce decues, still roofless

No security I move with shooters

V Twizy, dual exhaust

Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus

VGL I'm on skinnies, two with me

Bottle of army, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies

and yeah I'm high as fuck

and the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck

What? Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hund jawn

Nah two hund fifty, don't disrespect me

I call my nigga seal the deal

Cause he just bought a G2 steal a deal

Prick, and I got that on stand by (stand by)

What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't stand by

and let a nigga do his dues

Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew

[Chorus: x2]

The

R - realest niggas puttin it down

O - other niggas can't see us now

C - come through the hood snatch reef up

But keep a cannon on me to clear streets up

R!

[Verse 2]

You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers

Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors

White tees and fitteds

Backwoods and spittage

Thats haze for you dudes who dont get it

I smoke silver and strawberry

Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary

Keep one that keep one

Yeah my bitch bag bitches too

We the illest crew

Nothin change but the rims upgrade

Its quarters now, and I'm on it now

So hop in, I pull off like toupes

The only thing I rock on my hip thats two ways

My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters

Still fillin the city with two seaters

And you know how I does it when I'm doin it

Black coupin it bitch I keep two in it

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

I live wild, I ain't Q cousin Day-Day

Anytime I want, I take they K

Next Friday, till November

Take two more weeks I'll be home in December

You know I move like that

The game all mad cause I'm back with my tool like that

I'm in that big body truck

That I whip through the sky like I don't give a fuck

Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage

Just copped it, I drove it and parked it

Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel

And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel

Nigga, I got one day for her still ok for her

But by sunrise I go to one high

You know I'm up and out

Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, easy gone

[Chorus x2]