Текст песни R.O.C. - Who Ya Love
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Yo Bent, let`s get to the club man[Hook]R-O-C, if this is what ya wantThen put cha` hands up high and keep em` upMy dudes, my dimes then this is what cha` getAll playa, makin` paper, breakin` haters representSo So, let`s go, the D to the EFNow put cha` hands up high and keep em` upLet`s drink and smoke and tear the party upNow put cha` hands up again and tell me who ya love[Verse 1]Clothes, cash, cars, glassMary Blige or the cranberry and naj22 wenches are so often witchesA couple of mansions, a couple of Benz`sFlows is endless, dough tremendousNo one comprehends is the way I pen thisAll of my men`s is in jeans and Tims`sCame to get the club doors off the hingesWired right now, turn these lights downThe DJ booth`s on fire right nowMiddle of the club with the thugs, I`m iced downHalf grape juice, half papaya right nowAll my ladies, let`s be swayzieMy man got the Bentley, I got the MercedesSo let`s just say we, hit 280And rep for the Bricks cause my hook is crazy[Hook][Verse 2]Say (HIT ME ROC!)All of the women in the clubWho love feelin` the villains and thugsSay (HIT ME ROC!)Maybe I willBut the dress, heels, head gotta be ill, but stillI tear they brain up with hella gameNumb chicks like novicaine every time I flow a gameThe best that has ever cameRemember Mary Blige told you I was everythingIt`s still the same, reala game, illa chainUsed to pump cane up in Jersey, over where Lauryn Hill would hangBut now it`s just an overseas villa thangI love to hear my name, ladies would you say again[Hook][Verse 3]Like this, like that, and like this and uhMy machine gun funks like ChristopherNow let me see y`all jump, bounce, get upPuff something, pop something, slug till ya spit upI`m so lit upUsed to have love fuckin` girls in my heart but my chain froze it upYou know what`s up, 9-7 gridI come through in a crooked letter UVDippin` missin` competitionsOnly wishin` for the mortician6-4 sits on hydro suspension (Bounce)Manuscriptin` my intuition (Bounce)Shine and glitzin` my mind is missin`But any beat chu` find, the rhyme just sits in the loop (Uh huh)And ain`t no substituteI`m a fly motherfucker all about the loot, come on[Hook][Verse 4]Say (PICK ME ROC!)All of my mommies in the party, movin` they bodyWhen you see me at the bar say (PICK ME ROC!)Then show me ya thong, and it`s onCome on all my ladies sing along[Hook]