| Lyrics: | (feat. Jay-Z, Missy Elliott, Twista)
[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memph
Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I
don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another
one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
(And another one!)
And my name is
Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your
shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home
to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never
hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I
twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, iceberg
with the frozen hands
wedding bands don't make it rosy man
[Missy]
Oh is that your
chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is
that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his
eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his
grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep
praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now,
yo, yo
Your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove
by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the
ride
Damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And cl |
