Next up to bat, is my miggy manes and em, Jay-Z with these bangin’ leak called “Roc Boys“. It’s gonna be on his upcoming project American Gangsta. Whoa, and if you a lyricist head, here is the lyrics (see below) to the song as well… Jay killed it!
“Roc Boy” (click to listen)
Jay Z “Roc Boys” Lyrics
And the winner is Hov…my man..
Speech
First of all want to thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks to the Duffle Bag, the Brown Paper Bag, The Nike Shoe Box for holding all his cash
Boys in Blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher who ever made the stash
The Roc boys in the building tonight
Oh what A feeling I’m feeling like…Hey!!
Thanks to the lames, bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bumfoolery
Face of the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To little Kim and ’em, 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
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I’m feeling like…Hey!!
You ain’t even got bring your paper I’m
We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I’m chillin’, I’m killing this ice…Hey!!
You don’t even gotta bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house
We in the house, house, house
We in the house, house, house..Hey!
Let your hair down baby I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the forest figured, than figure more
They forget to figure to account what I did with the fraw
Pick a timeless pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a ‘Lic before
They don’t know the feelin when them thangs get across
Put your hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the posh, Hit the frost,
Ice cold, Jewels got no flaws
Drop got no Top, You on the Top Floor
Pink Rosey, Think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling
Got less steps than Britney
That means it ain’t stepped on, DIG ME!
The Roc Boys in the building tonight..Hey!
Oh what a feelin’ I’m feelin’ like…Hey!!
You ain’t even got bring your paper I’m
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight…Hey!!
Look at how I’m chillin’ I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house
Red porches, Red portraits, You dare come near the fortress
This apple sauces is from the apple orchard
This kinda talk is only reserved for the Bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I’m around
Rich bitches, black bamitzphas, Most of all it’s a celebration bitches
Nahaiem
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it’s my time
Cheers, toast to crime,
Number 1 D-boy, Chain of the Rhyme
The Roc Boys in the building tonight..Hey!
Oh what a feelin’ I’m feelin’ like…Hey!!
You ain’t even got bring your paper I’m
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight…Hey
Look at how I’m chillin’ I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house
We in the house, house, house
We in the house, house, house..Hey!
The Roc Boys in the building tonight..Hey
Oh what a feelin’ I’m feelin’ like…Hey!!
You ain’t even got bring your paper I’m
We the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight…Hey
Look at how I’m chillin’ I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, Drinks is on the house
We in the house, house, house
We in the house, house, house..Hey!
Let that ride out…Bring them horns back
This is black Super Hero music right here baby!
American Gangster
Take a flight
Coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I want you to start the horns like…
(Trumpet sounds in)
Hovies Home, Lookey baby…(Laughs)…Owww!!!
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