R.o.c. - Who Ya Love lyrics

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Yo Bent, let's get to the club man 


R-O-C, if this is what ya want 

Then put cha' hands up high and keep em' up 

My dudes, my dimes then this is what cha' get 

All playa, makin' paper, breakin' haters represent 

So So, let's go, the D to the EF 

Now put cha' hands up high and keep em' up 

Let's drink and smoke and tear the party up 

Now put cha' hands up again and tell me who ya love 

[Verse 1] 

Clothes, cash, cars, glass 

Mary Blige or the cranberry and naj 

22 wenches are so often witches 

A couple of mansions, a couple of Benz's 

Flows is endless, dough tremendous 

No one comprehends is the way I pen this 

All of my men's is in jeans and Tims's 

Came to get the club doors off the hinges 

Wired right now, turn these lights down 

The DJ booth's on fire right now 

Middle of the club with the thugs, I'm iced down 

Half grape juice, half papaya right now 

All my ladies, let's be swayzie 

My man got the Bentley, I got the Mercedes 

So let's just say we, hit 280 

And rep for the Bricks cause my hook is crazy 


[Verse 2] 

Say (HIT ME ROC!) 

All of the women in the club 

Who love feelin' the villains and thugs 

Say (HIT ME ROC!) 

Maybe I will 

But the dress, heels, head gotta be ill, but still 

I tear they brain up with hella game 

Numb chicks like novicaine every time I flow a game 

The best that has ever came 

Remember Mary Blige told you I was everything 

It's still the same, reala game, illa chain 

Used to pump cane up in Jersey, over where Lauryn Hill would hang 

But now it's just an overseas villa thang 

I love to hear my name, ladies would you say again 


[Verse 3] 

Like this, like that, and like this and uh 

My machine gun funks like Christopher 

Now let me see y'all jump, bounce, get up 

Puff something, pop something, slug till ya spit up 

I'm so lit up 

Used to have love fuckin' girls in my heart but my chain froze it up 

You know what's up, 9-7 grid 

I come through in a crooked letter UV 

Dippin' missin' competitions 

Only wishin' for the mortician 

6-4 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 substitute 

I'm a fly motherfucker all about the loot, come on 


[Verse 4] 


All of my mommies in the party, movin' they body 

When you see me at the bar say (PICK ME ROC!) 

Then show me ya thong, and it's on 

Come on all my ladies sing along 

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Language: English

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