Memph Bleek, always smoking that, la, la, la   Beanie Sigel always smoking that, la, la, la   Neptunes track smoke like la, la, la   It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby, come on      Excuse me miss, I'm the shit   (Do you want me to do it?)   You should come, hang wit me, basically   (Do you want me to do it?)   Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami   (Come on, now, uh)      I know my English ain't as modest as you like   But come, get some you little bums   I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs   I bake the cake get two of them for one      Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son   Uh, I show you how to do this, son   Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns   Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden      He padded hisself the rap JFK   You wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis   Then hop ya ass out that S-class   Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask   Have you in your long legged life      Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?   Look but don't touch, muthafucker think twice   'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light   Need a light?      To smoke that, la, la, la   Beanie Sigel always smoking that, la, la, la   Memph Bleek always smoking that la, la, la   It's the ROC Mami, sing our lullaby, come on      Excuse me miss, I'm the shit   (Do you want me to do it?)   You should come, hang wit me, basically   (Do you want me to do it?)   Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami   (Come on, now, uh)      We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo   Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos   All attracted to Hov' because they know dough   When they see him, which be European      If you're a teen, ten chances you're wit him   If you're a five you know you ridin' wit them   Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him   No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction      He's not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin'   You can't rain dance on his picnic   No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness   No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4      This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC, bitch   And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket   Nawimean   (Yao Ming)      Still smoking that, la, la, la   Memph Bleek still smoking that, la, la, la   Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five   It's the ROC baby, sing our lullaby, come on      Excuse me miss, I'm the shit   (Do you want me to do it?)   You should come, hang wit me, basically   (Do you want me to do it?)   Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami   (Come on, now, uh)      Forget English talk body language   I be all over mamis like body painters   Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist   Please excuse yourself, you're very sick      Don't confuse me wit marbury, out this bitch   Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life   Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la la crack      .45 gun smoke, choke off that   Back to the music, I ain't wit all that   Plus the feds tappin' my music I get all that   I'm the public industry number one      Public industry number two is my whole crew R O C   And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who like you   That's gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way   But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future   I never make the news again my man'll shoot ya      As we smoke that la, la, la   Memphis Bleek always smoking that, la, la, la   Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five   It's the ROC, bitch, sing our lullaby, come on      Excuse me, miss, I'm the shit   (Do you want me to do it?)   You should come, hang wit me, basically   (Do you want me to do it?)   Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, Mami   (Come on, now, uh)      Do you want me to do it?   Come watch me now, uh