You know, this is a little Little somethin' for the brothers huh A little anthem To let the, let the ladies know What a brother needs We need a little
First night I spent in California I was homeless in a Venice beach It was all a dream came to California at seventeen little nigga tryna bubble up from
DJ Clue New Memphis Bleek Understand what this shit right here is about Understand what this shit right here is about From Marcy Understand me, yeah,
Yo yo [verse 1- memph] I swear to God I'm addressin all types of shit Tote big guns, with all types of clips See those cars I be in, all types of whips
You 'bout to witness somethin' like no other The sky gon' get dark, street's gon' clutter Weak-ass niggaz out there gon' suffer Vets gon' quit, it's gettin
All my fans askin' me an' shit "Yo, Bleek, what you be doin' On your spare time an' shit?" This what I do man, check how I do, yo I gets high, rollin
Yeah, yo ay yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit Eleven hundred on sunset burn the strip trying choose which freak Can drive the whip you
R O C, Memph Bleek Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff Yeah, yo Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace
Yeah Sup wit' these lame ass niggas, man? I'm tellin' you Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit, you kna' mean? Like y'all built like that Y'all niggas
This for my thug, thug Drug, drug And guns, guns Come on, come on Come on, it's the roc nigga Yo, yo Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs Show
Turn that motherfucker louder It's the Roc in this motherfucker, biotch Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh, bounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come, on bounce,
Yeah, motherfuckers That's what y'all want right That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta Check it out now yo, yo All I need, bomb ass freak nigga Hold me
In my life, in my life there's been heartache and pain In my life there's been heartache and pain There's been heartache and pain In my life there's been
G-yo, g-yo Aiy yo I'm back wit' it, still tote the gat wit' it Still got it locked, I sold some crack wit' it Who could fuck wit' it? Not a soul, I'm
Yea, serious Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky My fo' blow for sure, for dough
Only this moment Holds us together Close to perfection Nothing else out there No one to guide us Lost in our senses Deep down inside I know our love
It was me on that road But you couldn't see me Too many lights out, but nowhere near here It was me on that road Still you couldn't see me And then flashlights
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Y'all ain't ready for this shit Y'all ain't ready Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go, yo You ho's know I stay jig, Roc wear