Текст песни Clinton Sparks f Beanie Sigel, Joe Budde - ROC Cafe
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[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pumpSippin that Arme`, puffin on a bluntAll I know is my shit better bumpWhat? La la la la la-la la lahhhh (yo, yo)[Verse One: Memphis Bleek]{"Memph` Bleek always smokin that +La La La+"} You rightGroupies they be actin too crazy, tell `em they too hypeThey want leave with a G like Eas`Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streetsBut, I dare a nigga act all crazyThe Tec`ll tear his back all crazyAnd you know I stay bent off the Arme`Regardless if solo or I`m deep with my armyI rep, straight from the jacked M-PIf I put the Tec up I gotta tote the D.EBut wait! You know I`m ridin with SauceAnd we ridin this song from out the Robb ReportDawg, I`m from the street, from the best I`m taughtI`ll get your man tied and lost, fuck the costGot a couple of my killers who stand byAnd I`m G-Force stat` nigga, never fly stand-by[Hook: Jay-Z samples]"It`s the R.O.C. Cafe - ya mean?""Memph` Bleek, Young and Mack - ya mean?""Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?""Get back - ya mean? Get clapped - ya mean?"[Chorus][Verse Two: Beanie Sigel]Mack keep the weapon drawn, see you niggaz that ratAnd keep them dresses on; it`s gettin outta handNiggaz takin a stand, pickin out they manLiftin they right hand and snitch on they right-handWhat`s behind that shit? You both push bricksBut you gon` make a statement, and sign that shit?After that anything goes - the kids crack the bridge of they noseI stand, react and live out in the coldI`d rather die than be labeled a snitch, snake, rat or a bitchI hate a D, but I know I`m a prick (uhh)You fuckin lames in the game actin sweet, never came from the streetsType to get locked and change your name to ShareefIt`s fucked up when your team got a bitch on itWith bench warmers, you got bench warrantsDetective got a Tec with two prints on itBut you the only one who get arrested, and pinched for it[Hook] + [Chorus][Interlude]I kinda wanna make an announcementI`m not sure if it`s too early but fuck it I`ma do it anywayJoe Budden is officially on Roc-A-FellaHolla back[Verse Three: Joe Budden]Oh oh, get familiar whattup!Who you gon` tell boy, caked up, spend it well boy (ohh)Talkin `bout big faces like "Hellboy" (ohh)Oh well, still get compared to rappershangin onto another rapper coattail (nah)Keep the punches, I`d rather get substanceGood knowin they get it from BuddenGood knowin they jackin from the guy (tell him) use his own styleHang `em and nail him down like "The Passion of the Christ" nowThat gray thing I`m inA red stripe is spaced like the 18 van(BUT) And y`all don`t wanna see Jers` (why?)Cause it`s full of them toys that e`rybody keep rockin on t-shirts(Welcome to the uhh) `Bout to cop the CrossfireCause e`ry time a truck stop I`m in crossfire(And I) I been away y`all, handlin these court priors(BUT) Album out this August and it`s on fireYeah, yeah, yeah![Hook] + [Chorus]{*scratches*}"The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C.""The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C.""The the Roc, the-the the Roc" - "R.O.C.""The Roc, Roc, Roc, Rrrr.." - "R.O.C."Clinton Clinton Clinton Sparks"G-g-get familiar!"