Roc Boys (And the Winner Is...)

Album: American Gangster (2007)
Charted: 63
  • And the winner is Hov, my man, speech!
    First of all I wan' thank my connect
    The most important person with all due respect
    Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
    The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
    Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
    The first pusher whoever made the stash
    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life
    Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim
    Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
    Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery
    Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
    To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
    Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
    Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
    And most importantly you, the customer

    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
    You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
    You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    (We in the house, hou', hou', hey!)

    Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
    Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
    Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
    Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
    Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
    Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
    I figure frauds never hit a lick before
    So they don't know the feeling when them things get across
    Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
    Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
    Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
    Drop got no top, you on the top floor
    Pink Rose, think O.J.
    I get away with murder when I sling ye
    Niggas got less steps then Britney
    That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?

    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
    You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
    You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    (We in the house, hou', hou', hey!)

    Red Porsche's, rare portraits
    Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress
    This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
    This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
    Which means I get it from the ground
    Which means you get it when I'm around
    Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
    Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heim
    I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
    Cheers, toast to crime
    Number one d-boy, chain nigga rhyme

    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
    You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
    You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    (We in the house, hou', hou', hey!)

    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
    You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    The Roc Boys in the building tonight
    Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
    You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
    We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou', hou')
    (We in the house, hou', hou', hey!)

    Sweet, let that ride out!
    Bring the horns back in, yeah
    This is black super hero music right here baby
    American Gangsta
    Taking flight, coming to a town near you
    Soon as I touch down I just want y'all to start playing the horns like
    Hovies home, Lukey bab Writer/s: David Guy, Delano Matthews, Gabriel Roth, Homer Steinweiss, Leon Michels, Levar Coppin, Michael Deller, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Thomas Brenneck
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
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