Testi Soundtracks :: H

Yo Bent, let's get to the club man



[Hook]

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



[Hook]



[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



[Hook]



[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



[Hook]



[Verse 4]

Say (PICK ME ROC!)

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



[Hook]