Текст песни Memphis Bleek f Jay-Z - Do My
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[Jay-Z]Turn that motherfucker louderIt`s the Roc in this motherfucker.. bi-otch!Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounceYeah, yeah bounce, come onOh come on bounce, come onDo my ladies run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)[Hook: Memphis Bleek]Do my ladies run it, fat asses and flat stomachsThrow a hand in the air if it`s the year of the womanOr my dogs run it, let `em know that you still gunninThrow a drink in the air let `em know you still thuggin[Memphis Bleek]Yo I come through, few of my man`s, scoop you and your friendsYou, you, and you with the TimbsIn tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hairBlack girl ass, let me pour you a glass of BelviTell me all about your pastLet me console your soul while I palm your assAnd your man did what? He ain`t give you?He cheated with her, I can`t diss dukeI tell you this though, get with this dudeI`ll teach you about dough, and show you what this do(It`s a secret society, all we ask is trust)But I don`t freeze wristes, I just skeeze bitchesBreak up happy homes, just sieze missesYou`ll never get her back, once you get a yapHow you love that? .. How you love that?[Jay-Z]Do my ladies run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)[Hook][Memphis Bleek]Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can`t hold `emROC gear matchin, crusin through ManhattanBleek is chillin, Murda is chillinWhat more can I say? We still killin emBags we still dealin em, four wheels, we wheelin themChicks like I`m feelin him - yeah ma, okayBlack jeans and Timberlands give em adrenaline rushLadies know the difference between them niggas and usWe the R-O-C, and we don`t stopThey don`t make a gun that we don`t popMatter fact they don`t make a car that we don`t dropThought you knew they don`t make jewels that we don`t copWhat you knew? You actin` like the ROC ain`t hotOr the car that I cop ain`t missin` a topAnd even if they don`t make drops that kindI tear da roof off like I`m Busta Rhymes motherfucker[Jay-Z]Do my ladies run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, yeah)Come on, come on[Hook][Jay-Z]Do my ladies run this motherfucker?(Okay)Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?(Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh)Come on, come onIt`s the R-O-C, we don`t stopIt`s the R-O-C, we don`t stopIt`s the R-O-C, we don`t stopUh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggasGet your mind right, ha-ha