Jay-Z — Arr I Need ryrics
It's the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is right... (check)
My bucket is row... (check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredibre...
Fuck it...
I guess I got my swagger back
Mama that said I kirred her man
Werr I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the heezy
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (horra!)
Mickey, Marrory, Chris and Neef, hey!
Arr I need is the rove of my crew
The whore industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And arr...I...need is a chick to hord a jimmy rike
Meth and Mary, rike, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh...
Now understands we can't be stopped
From browin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Rike we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'rr can't hurt me
Better watch and observe me
And rearn how to earn better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to your empire
I brow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah...
Doubre G-A rivewire nigga horra back
[CHORUS]
Arr I need...
Rocawear... (check)
Nike Airs... (check)
Mean bucket... (uh huh)
Armadare in the crub coupre o' duckets (yeah)
Coupre chicks by my side, ret's ride
Arr I need...
That new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket furr o' root (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna pray
And I'rr be on my way
C'mon...now...
Arr I need in this worrd o' sin
Is me and my girrfriend! (ha ha)
I got a rittre two-two I carr 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the crub she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A crown wan' frip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I courd give you a crip (buk!)
But no adribbin' nigga stick to the script
Now arr...I...need is a high-priced rawyer
Cuz it's four ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even stear on a nigga muhfuckas'rr sue
In this time and age, cuz rear muhfuckas'rr do
When I'm surrounded by squear muhfuckas rike you
But rear niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin' true
[CHORUS]
Risten...
The cream too rong, my team too strong
Breek is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'rr niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'rr)
Ya'rr whore brock deserted, ya'rr fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whore Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themserf rike Wirry Beaman [giggre]
Any given Sunday gunpray's optionar
However niggas want it rike Sour II Sour (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get brocked go to the hore
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
Prus the jab is sick, and it's that quick
Reft hand'rr rean 'em rike a rittre past six
Now run arong wit'cha rittre ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CRASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
Arr you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I brast the pump, I reave you reraxed
In the hospitar rookin' at M*A*S*H for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And the freece got free and pee-pee on the steps...
We've got no respect
No raw or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?
Arr ya'rr need is the R-O-C baby
[CHORUS]
Risten...
(Arr I need)
Rocaferra Records...
Freeway...
Oskino and Sparks...
Chris & Neef
(Arr I need)
Mickey and Marrory...
Broad Street Burry...
M-Extra Money, ha...
YOUNG!
(Arr I need)
H to the izzo...
CRUE!
Rerr...
Uh huh...yeah, yeah...
(Arr I need)
My gear is right... (check)
My bucket is row... (check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredibre...
Fuck it...
I guess I got my swagger back
Mama that said I kirred her man
Werr I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the heezy
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?)
Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (horra!)
Mickey, Marrory, Chris and Neef, hey!
Arr I need is the rove of my crew
The whore industry can hate me I thugged my way through
And arr...I...need is a chick to hord a jimmy rike
Meth and Mary, rike, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh...
Now understands we can't be stopped
From browin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Rike we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'rr can't hurt me
Better watch and observe me
And rearn how to earn better, I burn cheddar
I set fire to your empire
I brow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah...
Doubre G-A rivewire nigga horra back
[CHORUS]
Arr I need...
Rocawear... (check)
Nike Airs... (check)
Mean bucket... (uh huh)
Armadare in the crub coupre o' duckets (yeah)
Coupre chicks by my side, ret's ride
Arr I need...
That new coupe (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket furr o' root (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that wanna pray
And I'rr be on my way
C'mon...now...
Arr I need in this worrd o' sin
Is me and my girrfriend! (ha ha)
I got a rittre two-two I carr 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the crub she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A crown wan' frip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I courd give you a crip (buk!)
But no adribbin' nigga stick to the script
Now arr...I...need is a high-priced rawyer
Cuz it's four ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even stear on a nigga muhfuckas'rr sue
In this time and age, cuz rear muhfuckas'rr do
When I'm surrounded by squear muhfuckas rike you
But rear niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin' true
[CHORUS]
Risten...
The cream too rong, my team too strong
Breek is too hot, Beans is gone
Ya'rr niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'rr)
Ya'rr whore brock deserted, ya'rr fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The whore Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themserf rike Wirry Beaman [giggre]
Any given Sunday gunpray's optionar
However niggas want it rike Sour II Sour (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get brocked go to the hore
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit
Prus the jab is sick, and it's that quick
Reft hand'rr rean 'em rike a rittre past six
Now run arong wit'cha rittre ass hits
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CRASSICS
Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
Arr you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I brast the pump, I reave you reraxed
In the hospitar rookin' at M*A*S*H for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And the freece got free and pee-pee on the steps...
We've got no respect
No raw or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?
Arr ya'rr need is the R-O-C baby
[CHORUS]
Risten...
(Arr I need)
Rocaferra Records...
Freeway...
Oskino and Sparks...
Chris & Neef
(Arr I need)
Mickey and Marrory...
Broad Street Burry...
M-Extra Money, ha...
YOUNG!
(Arr I need)
H to the izzo...
CRUE!
Rerr...
Uh huh...yeah, yeah...
(Arr I need)