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R.O.C.
1,273
Hip-Hop/Rap
R.O.C. was released on January 1, 2003 by Roc-A-Fella as a part of the album M.A.D.E.
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2003
LabelRoc-A-Fella
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Composer
Dwight Equan Grant
Dwight Equan Grant
Lyrics
Malik Cox
Malik Cox
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock man
DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla
J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy!
Ya heard? we back - bitches
Don't be scared now, it's the Roc
We here, ya know? as if we left this bitch (R!)
Really though, ya know? (gimme the O!)
Marcy holla, uh oh (C!) Brooklyn
Let's do this shit right, yo
I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless
No security I move with shooters
V Tweezy dual exhaust
Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus (DGL!)
I'm on skinnies, two with me
Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies
And yeah I'm high as fuck
And the Roc's the realest click **** I'm a buy as fuck WHAT!
Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John
Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my **** seal the deal
Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick!
And I got that on stand by (stand by)
What you commercial **** fly stand buy, won't stand by
And let a **** do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
R - realest **** puttin it down
O - other **** can't see us now
C - come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers
Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors
White tees and fitted's, backwoods and spinage
That's haze for you dudes who dont get it
I smoke silver and strawberry
Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary
I keep one that keep one
Yeah my bitch bag bitches too, we the illest crew
Nothin change but the rims upgrade
It's quarters now ma, and I'm on it now
So hop in, I pull off like toupes
And the only thing I rock on my hip that's two ways
My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters
Still peeling the city with two seaters
And you know how I does it while I'm doin it
Black coupin it bitch, I keep two in it
Look here, I live wild like Q cousin +Day-Day+
Anytime I want, I take they K
+Next Friday+ till November
Stay two more weeks I'll be home in December
You know I move like that
The game all mad cause I'm back with my tool like that
I'm in that big body truck
That I whip through the sky like I don't give a fuck
Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage
Just copped it, I drove it and parked it
Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel ****!
I got one day for her still ok for her
But by sunrise, I throwed her one high
You know I'm up and out
Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, pull out easy gone
It's the..
Written by: Dwight Grant, Justin Smith, Malik Cox
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