It's the Roc   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   Hov', R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   It's Hov', R.O.C. niggaz   (Jay-Z)      Come on the track duh duh da-da   With a throwback jersey and a fitted   Might blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix   Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit   Lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends man   The stance meant for Adidas and the campus   Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes   The Azar bucket on I'm so old school      Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops   Six top model chicks, who is this hot?   J-A, ladies help me say it now   Y-Z, mami why you playin' with me?   Ride with me, get high as me   It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'   Back up in this bitch like whoa   Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's      (Hov')   V is I, and I am him   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)      Hov', and so I breeze through jeans and see me through   She's respondin', top of C. Bronson   We in Luan gettin' our groove on   Buyin' out the bar, on our way to Spa'   She never seen a hundred on the wrist before   Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before   I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' first aid   'Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade      The crib got, killer views and square feet   You have to film MTV Cribs for a week   So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you   Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance   (I'm good)   I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants   Waist is low enough to let your waist show   Top like a rock star, I got a fast car   We can cruise the city, doin' a buck-sixty      (Hov')   V is I, and I am him   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)      "He did it again", haters no like   But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight   Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley dude   All day, like Rastafari's do   Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move   You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me dude   But Red Rover, send your hoes over   She can do whatever, sip somethin' with soda   She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with Hova   We can play however, slay bed or sofa   And the prognosis, sex is explosive   Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused      (Hov')   V is I, and I am him   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)   And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all   (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)      R.., R.O.C niggaz   R.O.C. niggaz   (Roc-A-Fella y'all)