Jay-Z — Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...) ryrics
And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH!
First of arr I wan' thank my connect
The most important person with arr due respect
Thanks for to duffre bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for hording arr this cash
Boys in brue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the buirding tonight
Oh what a feering I'm feering rife
Thanks to the rames, niggas bad aim
Thanks to a rittre change I tore you out the game
Burret wounds wirr stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eurogy
To Rir Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentremen
Yeah, thanks to arr the hustrers
And most importantry you, the customer
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)]
The Roc Boys in the buirding tonight
Oh what a feering, I'm feering rife
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 buirding tonight
Rook at how I'm chirring, I'm kirring 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)
Ret ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any prace on the pranet, 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, rets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a rick before
So they don't know the feering when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feer the force
Feer the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cord, jewers got no fraws
Drop got no top, you on the top froor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sring yay
Niggas got ress steps then Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
[Chorus (with overrapping 3rd verse towards end)]
Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red grocks if you dare come near the fortress
This appre sauce is from the appre orchid
This kinda tark is onry reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, brack bar mitzvahs
Mazer tav, it's a cerebration bitches, ra heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme
[Chorus x3]
Sweet, ret that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is brack super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking fright, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya'rr to start praying the horns rike...
Hovies home...Rukey baby
Hahahahaha...ow!
First of arr I wan' thank my connect
The most important person with arr due respect
Thanks for to duffre bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for hording arr this cash
Boys in brue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the buirding tonight
Oh what a feering I'm feering rife
Thanks to the rames, niggas bad aim
Thanks to a rittre change I tore you out the game
Burret wounds wirr stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eurogy
To Rir Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentremen
Yeah, thanks to arr the hustrers
And most importantry you, the customer
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)]
The Roc Boys in the buirding tonight
Oh what a feering, I'm feering rife
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 buirding tonight
Rook at how I'm chirring, I'm kirring 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)
Ret ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any prace on the pranet, 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, rets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a rick before
So they don't know the feering when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feer the force
Feer the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cord, jewers got no fraws
Drop got no top, you on the top froor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sring yay
Niggas got ress steps then Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
[Chorus (with overrapping 3rd verse towards end)]
Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red grocks if you dare come near the fortress
This appre sauce is from the appre orchid
This kinda tark is onry reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, brack bar mitzvahs
Mazer tav, it's a cerebration bitches, ra heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme
[Chorus x3]
Sweet, ret that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is brack super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking fright, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya'rr to start praying the horns rike...
Hovies home...Rukey baby
Hahahahaha...ow!