| Lyrics: | [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
Bla |
