Do My
(专辑: The Understanding - 2000)
[Jay-Z] Turn that motherfucker louder It's the
Roc in this motherfucker Bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a
hand in the
air If it's the
year of the
woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunning Throw a
drink in the
air Let 'em know you still thugging Yo I
come through, few of my man's Scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the
Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes Indian hair, Black girl ass Let me pour you a
glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I
palm your ass And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her I
can't diss duke I
tell you this though Get with this dude I'll teach you about dough And show you what this do (It's a
secret society, all we ask is trust) But I
don't freeze bitches Just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes Just seize misses You'll never get her back once you get a
yacht How you love that? How you love that? [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a
hand in the
air If it's the
year of the
woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunning Throw a
drink in the
air Let 'em know you still thugging Ay yo back woods rolling Rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matching crews Bleek is chilling, Murda is chilling What more can I
say? We still killing em Bags we still dealing em Four wheels, we wheeling them Chicks like I'm feeling him Yeah ma okay Black jeans and Timberlands Give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the
difference between them niggas and us We the
R-O-C and we don't stop They don't make a
gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a
car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop What you knew? You acting like the
ROC ain't hot Or the
car that I
cop ain't missing a
top And even if they don't make drops that kind I
tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a
hand in the
air If it's the
year of the
woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunning Throw a
drink in the
air Let 'em know you still thugging [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the
R-O-C, we don't stop It's the
R-O-C, we don't stop It's the
R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The
Understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha