מילים לשיר Roc The Mic – Nelly

You know we hadda do a remix right? Ho! ho! ho! ho! All you young gunnerz! Hey just, this the one right here baby! I told you dawg! Its b sig in the place with state p And we got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! Still watch what you say to b. sig Cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out (verse 1
I bring the hood when Im travelin Scrap backwoods unravelin Scrap smoke good when we travelin Forget the macs cause the ks fit good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap.your.folks) Who want beef with state p. Enemies try to speak to me Negative they dont get that close (verse 2
Its free, listen Blow trees with mac mittens (no we didnt) yes we did! (switch beginnings) smith and wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (leave a mess in your crib) Not a brave nigga? (fuckin with some made niggas) Hit him with the ak nigga (free no you didnt) Yes I did Overpayed shit? wait a minute. When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib (then slide, uh) Im like the baker with your pies (then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live Its freeway in the place with my squad And we got what it takes to dump the k Flip your ride! (chrous 1
Its b sig in the place with state p And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! Still watch what you say to young free Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out (chorus 2
Its freeway in the place with state p And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right yeah! Still watch what you say to b sig Cause we got what it takes to dump the d
(chorus 3
Its nelly in the place with murph lee And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! You better watch what you say around herre Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break (chorus 4
Its murph dun in the place with nelly And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! You better watch what you say to my face Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place (verse 3
Murphy lees eighteen entertainin em Twenty
Fake Id for the fuck of it Im just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you cant get nelly youa settle for who boy? Two toy carrier, two stashes One truck that seats six asses Swing through to refuse the masses Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes I used to drive my mama stuff Now the school boy puttin twenties on the bomb pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" Im murphey lee in the place to be punk And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips with chumps up in my trunk And I take em real far to a safe place to dump (verse 4
Down down, Im witcha dirty go head and lay down Finance a pay
See how I procede with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy moss, I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna Around six in the six with the throwback Sixers, number six julius irv Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve Throw your hands up, if you didnt bang your rim on the curb You couldnt hit while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve and old mcs wantin a comeback I got repsect but its lost and thats a fact Like k
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You the first old man who should get a rappers pension No we aint system call this mic invention Snitchin? matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen Nelly cookin with too many dimensions Mid west, and we aim about mid chest Duked on my side, too many in my tribe Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride? (chorus 3) (chorus 2) (outro
All a yall need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo
All a yall need to one yo self Go get the burner nigga clap yo
Yeah! its the, its the roc nigga Ho! ho! ho! ho! And another one.