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Текст песни Memphis Bleek f Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil` Ceas - 1, 2 Y`all

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[Into: (Memphis Bleek)]Ya know, it`s the... ROC (bounce)Yea I see ya, let`s go... drop oneYeah, Yo, Yo..[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]1, 2 y`all, you know I rock yaStep in the rounds of the ROC mafia1, 2 y`all, you know I stop yaDirty Get Low nigga we gotcha1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh1, 2 y`all (y`all) uhYea... Yea... Yea[Memphis Bleek]I tote P89`s on me all the timeMy rhymes is serious I`m kill`em every timeWhile I`m... sunk in that 745I am... feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride)So I ride nigga feel me on cruise controlGame tight nigga lose your hoeI smoke... take a few pulls of the referRidin under the tint doin the duece feverNeed some so I check the beeperBefore B.I.G. pasted he passed the number to KatrinaGet it right the game still remainAnd I`m married to the shit, you niggas still engagedNothin change, twelve gauge still POP!If you niggas wanna jump at the ROC!You can come witcha BLOCK! If you want toYea Ease the sameI bet it all on dice so I could freeze the chain (now thats game)All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa`shoYou know Ease the truth, they say sex is a weaponYou`ll be dead when I shoot[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]1, 2 y`all, you know I rock yaStep in the rounds of the ROC mafia1, 2 y`all, you know I stop yaDirty Get Low nigga we gotcha1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh1, 2 y`all (y`all) uhYea... Yea... Yea[Geda K]Yea... Yea..It`s Get Low and the ROC ain`t a click out touchin`emDoe doublin bitch niggas not discussin`emBlock tick rabbit when I`m finger fuckin`emFuck a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with`emIt`s Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheeseDraw we don`t squeeze, and SUV`s on two-fours with t.v.`sProbably with your bitch, playin the backseatAnd you know I hit it, ain`t the type to chill with itType to get rid of and never go to the crib with herShit, I move according to plans and still visit... parkAnd still kick it and pick my niggas upAnd you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc`nLive from PR or Oakland, bitch its Get Low let me know whats upIf you get it the truck get in postion to fuckI`m ghetto, Hero Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro`inI pimp through their boroughs inYa better keep your chicks intact... cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + *Lil` Cease*]1, 2 y`all, you know I rock yaStep in the rounds of the ROC mafia1, 2 y`all, you know I stop yaDirty Get Low nigga we gotcha1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh *uh huh*1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh *Cease A Leo*1, 2 y`all (y`all) uhYea... Yea... Yea[Lil` Cease]Aright, check it out... check it out..Uh oh..Uh oh... YoCode name Cease A Le, crack on the AVEBK grimmey MC, rap wreck machineMy niggas on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beamsHand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of yaFlash this gun up in ya face like photographers (camera flash noise)Stay in the hood with ice, ain`t noboby robbin usWhen it come to rappin ain`t noboby stoppin us dog (Ha Haaa!)It`s ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin on side, B.I.G. on top of usGet Low firing my Phillie niggas ride with us (reloading noise)Dutch this blunt up if you wanna get high with us (puffing noise)BK yo we reppin, I`m like cash... everywhere I`m acceptedFrom Marcy to Stuy, the West to the ChiI keep it all hood till the day that I die[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}]1, 2 y`all, you know I rock yaStep in the rounds of the ROC mafia1, 2 y`all, you know I stop ya {GET LOW!!}Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh {WOO!!}1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh {WOO!!}1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh {I`M DANCIN!}Yea... Yea... Yea[Jay-Z]Uh Oh..Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double backAnd lock the streets again,ain`t no police and himGot cops on the payroll, killers on the lay lowNiggas becareful what you sayin on LayYy LowWwAre nextel radio niggas have`em at the radio before you exhale niggaThe cats out the bag, but blast out the magSend them words back in your mouth... out ya assTalkin shit, all you get is cleaned the fuck upI ain`t steamed the fuck up eitherHire the team but me, myself, and I-reneI come through and lean you fucker, I`m tryin to keep niggas from killing youYou still talkin shit to me, you now as smart as you appear to beI got dum-dums for dumb-dumbsI`m a right man, got a educated left hook in a right handFuck like whoa, got a flow like damnThe new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella famNo disrespect intendedBut if you offended can`t take it back... handle your businessI`m just staten facts, the whole worlds against usAnd we will not surrender, and we will surviveTurn out ya lights like Teddy Penta-GrassGet ready for the coldest winter ass, I proceed..[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]Yea, Yo, Yo..1, 2 y`all, you know I rock yaStep in the rounds of the ROC mafia1, 2 y`all, you know I stop yaDirty Get Low nigga we gotcha1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh1, 2 y`all (y`all) uh1, 2 y`all (y`all) uhYea... Yea... Yea

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