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Jay-Z - Roc Boys текст песни, lyrics

And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH! 

First of all I wan' thank my connect 
The most important person with all due respect 
Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag 
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash 
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge 
The first pusher whoever made the stash 
The Roc Boys in the building tonight 
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life 
Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim 
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game 
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery 
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy 
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend 
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen 
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers 
And most importantly you, the customer 

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)] 
The Roc Boys in the building tonight 
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life 
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out 
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house 
(We in the house, hou-, hou-) 
The Roc Boys in the building tonight 
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice 
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out 
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house 
(We in the house, hou-, hou-) 
(We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) 

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score 
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore 
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more 
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw 
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores 
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours 
I figure frauds never hit a lick before 
So they don't know the feeling when them things get across 
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force 
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost 
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws 
Drop got no top, you on the top floor 
Pink Rosay, think OJ 
I get away with murder when I sling yay 
Niggas got less steps then Britney 
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? 

[Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)] 

Red Porsches, rare portraits 
Red glocks if you dare come near t

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