R.O.C

3:42

from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)

I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, same place, same time
Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home

*Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me
Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you
facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the cake
How you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song

*Repeat

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose
Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it,
let's ride

*Repeat

*Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me
Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you 
facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the cake
How you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song

*Repeat

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose 
Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, 
let's ride

*Repeat

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Protector's Of 1472

featuring Snoop Dogg,R.O.C,Warren G

4:47

from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)

Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x)
We're the Legion of Doom
(3x)

1472 is the same cut throat and locs
and plenty dopes can you cope
You can call me Count Chocula
I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches
and fly surf the snitches

Look up in the sky as the fly
My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this
A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero
born and raised on that muthafucking underground
Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim
I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly
I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
(WOOF!)
I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)
I do it like a muthafucking rider
And I represent all the time and
I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
(eastside) -look out, look out, come out
cause here comes the rider man
(rider man), nigga

I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
I swerve and collect, serve and protect
never hit the streets without the ice on my neck
I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader
Contact through the frame no mistakes
to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)

Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the
murder
He got my back you know he put me up on game
When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up
Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it
we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win
young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger
It's your turn gone get on up and get the light
and don't forget to grab your strap

*Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2

Just a young muthafucker from the street
forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-
pump answer
Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin
went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'
Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust
steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
have him feel the strength of a black magnum
Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
as shown as them, set kissed like FM
Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
Handle his ass
I love to see his guts and his blood spill
and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a
45
if a red demon in it from the sky
Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes
and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die
We serve and protect all the hustlers
and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the
east

*Repeat (x2)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
When we in your town (in your town)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your
town....)

Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x)
We're the Legion of Doom
(3x)

1472 is the same cut throat and locs
and plenty dopes can you cope
You can call me Count Chocula
I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches
and fly surf the snitches

Look up in the sky as the fly
My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this
A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero
born and raised on that muthafucking underground
Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim
I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly
I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
(WOOF!)
I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)
I do it like a muthafucking rider
And I represent all the time and
I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
(eastside) -look out, look out, come out
cause here comes the rider man
(rider man), nigga

I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
I swerve and collect, serve and protect
never hit the streets without the ice on my neck
I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader
Contact through the frame no mistakes
to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)

Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the 
murder
He got my back you know he put me up on game
When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up
Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it
we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win
young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger 
It's your turn gone get on up and get the light
and don't forget to grab your strap

*Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2

Just a young muthafucker from the street
forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with  a glock, pump-
pump answer 
Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin
went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'
Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust
steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
have him feel the strength of a black magnum
Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
as shown as them, set kissed like FM
Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
Handle his ass
I love to see his guts and his blood spill
and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 
45
if a red demon in it from the sky
Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes
and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die
We serve and protect all the hustlers
and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the 
east

*Repeat (x2)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
When we in your town (in your town)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your 
town....)

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Three The Hard Way

featuring Mr. Black,R.O.C

4:15

from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)

(feat. Mr. Black & R.O.C.)

(JD)
See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man
Shit like this right here
I got my nigga Black for me, uh
I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh
And y'all know who the fuck I be
And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke

(R.O.C.)
Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know
While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough
Also stretch the doors on my Navigators
Long as the Olajuwon
Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style
You wanna get uh, oh here he is now
Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down
Dot to the C you're feelin' me now?
Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up
I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?
Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up
For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt
And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies
Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry
And just post up we can't be touched
All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH)
B-boy style hot like tical
Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa
Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the
Microphone and rock it please

(Mr. Black)
I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie
None of y'all motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?
Hittin' niggaz like JFK
For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say?
Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
Oh you type thug niggaz
Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz
Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse
Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse
niggaz don't want it but they think they do
And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?

1 - (JD)
You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
(R.O.C.)
Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
(All)
I drop the beat on
I cock the heat on
I got this party niggaz
We lock the street corners

Repeat 1

(R.O.C.)
Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer
You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us
Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry
Like Mr. Antarctic
Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless
Cock your automatic
So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH)
You don't want NWK to get to ya
So you heard we make believers out of dreamers
Now we make murder cases out of sleepers
S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned
O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you,
Y'all niggaz cant touch us

(Mr. Black)
Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must
Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust
Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot
We got no things with us, kind of dangerous
Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught
'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord
Getting down one more time
For making motherfuckers who be out on the run
I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me
That's just the way my mama made me
Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows
And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes
I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy
I know you niggaz don't remember me
Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted
Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past
Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce
Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce
What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black
Motherfucker where's your focus at?
JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please

(JD)
Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time
And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine
That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick
While y'all keep it real we keep it rich
Just clowning, pounding, riding around in
Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier
I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier
The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats
And my balling techniques is out of your reach
Live and direct from the Peach State
Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced
We never hit the breaks just continue to speed
Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?

(feat. Mr. Black & R.O.C.)

(JD)
See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man
Shit like this right here
I got my nigga Black for me, uh
I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh
And y'all know who the fuck I be
And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke

(R.O.C.)
Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know
While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough
Also stretch the doors on my Navigators
Long as the Olajuwon
Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style
You wanna get uh, oh here he is now
Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down
Dot to the C you're feelin' me now?
Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up
I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?
Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up
For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt
And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies
Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry
And just post up we can't be touched
All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH)
B-boy style hot like tical
Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa
Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the
Microphone and rock it please

(Mr. Black)
I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie
None of y'all motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?
Hittin' niggaz like JFK
For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say?
Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
Oh you type thug niggaz
Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz
Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse
Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse
niggaz don't want it but they think they do
And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?

1 - (JD)
You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
(R.O.C.)
Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
(All)
I drop the beat on
I cock the heat on
I got this party niggaz
We lock the street corners

Repeat 1

(R.O.C.)
Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer
You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us
Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry
Like Mr. Antarctic
Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless
Cock your automatic
So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH)
You don't want NWK to get to ya
So you heard we make believers out of dreamers
Now we make murder cases out of sleepers
S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned
O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you,
Y'all niggaz cant touch us

(Mr. Black)
Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must
Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust
Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot
We got no things with us, kind of dangerous
Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught
'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord
Getting down one more time
For making motherfuckers who be out on the run
I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me
That's just the way my mama made me
Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows
And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes
I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy
I know you niggaz don't remember me
Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted
Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past
Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce
Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce
What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black
Motherfucker where's your focus at?
JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please

(JD)
Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time
And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine
That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick
While y'all keep it real we keep it rich
Just clowning, pounding, riding around in
Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier
I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier
The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats
And my balling techniques is out of your reach
Live and direct from the Peach State
Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced
We never hit the breaks just continue to speed
Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

You Can Always Go

featuring R.O.C.

Jagged Edge

3:37

from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)

(feat. Blaque & R.O.C.)

[JE & Blaque]
Ooh, ooh
Come on, come on, come on

[1] - [JE & Blaque]
Yo you can always go
I'm saying yo
If you ain't with it
You can split it baby
Yo forgive me I am not for you
Gotta let you know
Baby you can be just like wall
Just let me know
And you can go

[Blaque]
Just wanna know why
You don't be here like you're supposed to
Just wanna know why
Do you - and why you drink so much to
Just wanna know why
You can't be what I want you to be
If you want me, oh yeah
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)

[JE & Blaque]
You know, I know
You ain't try-na change so
You go, I go
We ain't gotta stress no more
You know we ain't gotta stress no more

[Repeat 1]

[Jagged Edge]
Just wanna know why
You always trippin' about what I don't do
(Why you trippin'?)
Just wanna know why
You try-na change me
When you got at me
Don't think that you're better than me
Just cause you don't get down me
Let a man be a man be a man
Or I'mma go, yeah
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)

[JE & Blaque]
You know, I know
You ain't try-na change so
You go, I go
We ain't gotta stress no more
You ain't gotta stress no more
Baby you can go, yeah

[Repeat 1]

[Jagged Edge]
You say you want me
Baby now I see
That you just wanna change me

[Blaque]
No, you're not what you said you were
So you can get your things and go

[R.O.C.]
We can go bounce, baby bounce, be out
As a matter fact mama wait a minute
(Hold up!)
This is my house
So yeah I ain't going no where so pack yours
Have a good life, whoa THAT AIN'T YOURS
Forget it I have another White Amara
Under the covers baby I'm the R.O.C.
Hopefully I'll call ya
Yeah sure please do me a favor
If you gon' leave twist lock the door
And drop the keys, ya know

[Repeat 1]

Who Ya Love

R.O.C.

4:06

from Hardball (하드볼) by Mark Isham [ost] (2001)

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]

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]

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Bounce With Me (Radio Remix)

featuring Lil' Mo,R.O.C

from Lil' Bow Wow - Bounce With Me [single] (2000)

JD (Lil Bow Wow)-
Uh-huh, yo
(Oh, oh)
Uh-huh, yo
(Uh-huh, oh, oh)
Uh-huh, yo
(Bounce, bounce)
See around here
(Uh-huh, uh, huh-uh)
I make things that make y’all bounce
Ya know?
Heh, ya know what I mean?
(Yeah, yeah)
Left to right, right to left
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
It’s So So Def
(Yeah uh)
And uh it’s going down
Ya know what I mean?
(Yeah)
My man Bow Wow
(Bow Wow, yeah hear me now)
Yeah ya heard?
(Check it out)
Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!
(Peep game, let’s go)

Lil Bow Wow-
Around here we pop them coddles
Around here we get them dollars
Every girl I see that look right
A nigga like me just gotta holla
This kid here all about stackin’ up
Got big head but we can back it up
Long cause everybody get crunk
When we drop in the club starts acting up
I represent the S-O-S-O, D-E-F-M-O-B
That’s me, JD, Da Brat, and JE
So please believe
What I do ain’t never been done
Ohio is where I’m from
I heard what you said
And I saw what you do
And y’all playas really don’t want none
From the day to the night, I ROCK
Say what you like, NEVER NOT
Stayin’ alive, living the life
Gots to keep it hot
Shotgun in the drop
Riding good, twenties, TVs, leather and wood
Poppin’, watching Big Momma
Holdin’ it down like a playa should
Sing-a-long now!

Xscape-
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me

Lil Bow Wow-
It’s the B to the O-W
Wow even your girl fall in love
When I smile
The tight little guy you ain’t seen in a while
Ignore the hype, just right for you size
I get in where I fit in
Braided up, made the bucks
And I’m still a kid
Imagine what life like when I get big
I’mma be rich surrounded by chicks
Couple of cars, couple of cribs
Gettin’ a couple of mills
Shining every time I feel
You see how So So get ill
You don’t want no stuff up in here
Bow to the Wow ? in your ear now
I get down cause I’m hit bound
And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck
And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter
With his palm on his neck
And I outta snatch up your daughters
But I was brought up with respect
When I tu
16 I’mma call her though
And show her how to ride with a baller yo
Let her know why it wouldn’t hurt her
To fall in love with a nigga like me along time ago
Sing-a-long now!

Xscape-
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me

Jermaine Dupri-
I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now
Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now
Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now
What’cha gon do shorty, what’cha gon do

Lil Bow Wow-
Around here we pop them coddles
Around here we get them dollars
Every girl I see that look right
A nigga like me just gotta holla
This kid here all about stackin’ up
Got big head but we can back it up
Long cause everybody get crunk
When we drop in the club starts acting up
I represent the S-O-S-O, D-E-F-M-O-B
That’s me, JD, Da Brat, and JE
So please believe
What I do ain’t never been done
Ohio is where I’m from
I heard what you said
And I saw what you do
And y’all playas really don’t want none
From the day to the night, I ROCK
Say what you like, NEVER NOT
Stayin’ alive, living the life
Gots to keep it hot
Shotgun in the drop
Riding good, twenties, TVs, leather and wood
Poppin’, watching Big Momma
Holdin’ it down like a playa should
Sing-a-long now!

Lil Bow Wow-
It’s the B to the O-W
Wow even your girl fall in love
When I smile
The tight little guy you ain’t seen in a while
Ignore the hype, just right for you size
I get in where I fit in
Braided up, made the bucks
And I’m still a kid
Imagine what life like when I get big
I’mma be rich surrounded by chicks
Couple of cars, couple of cribs
Gettin’ a couple of mills
Shining every time I feel
You see how So So get ill
You don’t want no stuff up in here
Bow to the Wow ? in your ear now
I get down cause I’m hit bound
And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck
And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter
With his palm on his neck
And I outta snatch up your daughters
But I was brought up with respect
When I tu
 16 I’mma call her though
And show her how to ride with a baller yo
Let her know why it wouldn’t hurt her
To fall in love with a nigga like me along time ago
Sing-a-long now!

Xscape-
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me

Jermaine Dupri-
I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now
Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now
Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now
What’cha gon do shorty, what’cha gon do

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Bounce With Me (Extended Remix)

featuring Lil' Mo,R.O.C

from Lil' Bow Wow - Bounce With Me [single] (2000)

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

THE FUTURE

featuring R.O.C

2:36

from Lil' Bow Wow - Beware Of Dog (2000)

THIS PLAYBOY

featuring BIG DUKE,Jermaine Dupri,R.O.C

3:37

from Lil' Bow Wow - Beware Of Dog (2000)

Uh Ohh u done crossed the line
Beware of the dog is right there on the sign
U got a mucle now getem now putem dont dropem let me see u get crunk
There will neva be another one wit his style
Puppy town Bow Wow
Im tha 18 letta and this playboy
representin it foeva cant do it betta
Neva wheneva whoeva howeva u test yo leva breath again neva
So whateva im pass the mike down
to the B-o-ww-ow u in trouble

[bowwow]
Aint nottin like a lil cat wit his mind write
in tha lime light chasin a dream
At tha same time makin some cream
Nickname scary cause i know how to make em scream
Everytime im seen im fool of flash
Everytime im out pockets full of cash
Aint about my team aint no need to ask
We steady steady keep puttin down the smash
I was the feem
Before i became a teen
I known that microphone put up cones of ice cream
And thats why i dont care who u are
When it comes to me u gotta raise the bar

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

Who u think gion lock down this whole hole south east
Brook cards like a breef hang blangs like a reef
i wish one of u bussters would spark some beef
i swear to god its goin be hard for your moms to sleep
see when i ball up in the club
haters still sho me love
wit dap tees and hugs thats the life of a thug
i walky like i talky toldy cuz i sparky
straight to u ballers icey boy and hunky
im on the padio cleaning my gun
while bowwow in the front shootin hoop with my son
Big duke representin for the whole east side
Jd made me lutenit and thats how we ride

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

Ohh bounce shorty bounce
im trying to have yall see what i sell
in a block full screamin up in trl
and another i want yall niggaz to know
i aint wanna of them cats thats goin come and go
i got somethin to show and something to say
and i can down anything in my way
i want the whole family
im trying to escort aaliyah or somebody to soul train
if u so free im trying to be fly
and be tha first kid on the cover of vibe
so if u at #1 u betta save it back cuz once i get it it aint never comin back forsure

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

[bowwow]
Aint nottin like a lil cat wit his mind write
in tha lime light chasin a dream 
At tha same time makin some cream
Nickname scary cause i know how to make em scream
Everytime im seen im fool of flash
Everytime im out pockets full of cash
Aint about my team aint no need to ask
We steady steady keep puttin down the smash
I was the feem
Before i became a teen
I known that microphone put up cones of ice cream
And thats why i dont care who u are
When it comes to me u gotta raise the bar

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

Who u think gion lock down this whole hole south east
Brook cards like a breef hang blangs like a reef
i wish one of u bussters would spark some beef
i swear to god its goin be hard for your moms to sleep
see when i ball up in the club
haters still sho me love
wit dap tees and hugs thats the life of a thug
i walky like i talky toldy cuz i sparky
straight to u ballers icey boy and hunky
im on the padio cleaning my gun
while bowwow in the front shootin hoop with my son
Big duke representin for the whole east side
Jd made me lutenit and thats how we ride

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

Ohh bounce shorty bounce
im trying to have yall see what i sell
in a block full screamin up in trl
and another i want yall niggaz to know
i aint wanna of them cats thats goin come and go
i got somethin to show and something to say
and i can down anything in my way
i want the whole family
im trying to escort aaliyah or somebody to soul train
if u so free im trying to be fly
and be tha first kid on the cover of vibe
so if u at #1 u betta save it back cuz once i get it it aint never comin back forsure

This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk
witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone
and this play boy goin break ya heard

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Dada

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

(Dis)count Us In

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Mountain

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Cheryl

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Corner Off I-25

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Dead Pool

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Ever Since Yesterday

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

25 Reasons To Leave Me

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

K.c.

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Cold Chill Just Lately

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Said What I Said

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Ocean And England

from R.O.C - Roc (1997)

Going Home With Me (Clean Version)

featuring Keith Sweat,R.O.C

from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)

(feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)

(JD talking to R.O.C.)

(JD)
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, same place, same time
Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home

(Chorus)
Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me
Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

(JD)
Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the cake
How you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song

(Chorus)

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride

(Chorus)

(feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)

(JD talking to R.O.C.)

(JD)
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, same place, same time 
Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home

(Chorus)
Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me
Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

(JD)
Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the cake
How you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song

(Chorus)

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride

(Chorus)

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Protectors Of 1472 (Clean Version)

featuring R.O.C,Snoop Dogg,Warren G 작곡:Warren G