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Roc the Mic (Nellyville mix)
Nelly
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You know we had to do a remix, right?
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Free, Freestyle, Young Nelly
Aye Just this the one right here baby I told you dog
Oh yeah, uh-huh, baby
It's 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 (Huh)
'Cause I still will not let shit slide
I bring the hood when I'm travelin'
Scrap backwoods unravelin'
Scraps smoke good when we travelin' (Come on)
Forget the macs 'cause the K's fit good in the caravan
I clap up your hood like the Hammerman (Uh)
Bring a gat, better bust it if you get that close
You scared to clap, better strap your folks
Who want beef with State P? Enemies try to speak to me
Negative, they don't get that close
It's Free
Listen, blow trees with mack mittens
No we didn't
Yes we did
Switch beginnings
Shit, I'm quick with precision
Bring a box of sugar ribbons
Leave a mess in your crib
Call the gravedigger
With some aid
Hit him with that eight
Free, no you didn't
Yes I did
Oh I'm patient, wait a minute, when it's vacant
Snatch the cake up out his crib
Then slide, uh
I'm like a baker with your pies
Ride, uh
Set up shop and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip your ride
It's 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 fifty shots still will turn the club out (Ho)
It's Freeway 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 we got what it takes to dump the G-E, man (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
It's Nelly in the place with Murphy
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right (Yeah)
You better watch what you say around here
'Cause there's somethin' on my waist
That makes the whole place boom (Uh)
It's Murph Third 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 up (Uh)
Murphy Lee, eighteen, entertainin' 'em
Twenty-one when I'm clubbin' it, fake ID for the fuck of it (Yeah)
I'm just a schoolboy, somewhat new boy
You can't get Nelly, you'll settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two stashes
One truck that seat six bitches (Yeah)
Fuck hoes to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke, dumpin' my ashes (Uh)
I used to drive my momma's stuff
Now the schoolboy puttin' twenties on a bomb pop truck (Yeah)
I make rappers go back to the block
They be like, "Maybe I was better off sellin' rocks" (Uh)
I'm Murphy Lee in the place to be, punk
And I got enough kush to fill the whole blunt (Yeah)
I take trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
It's Mr. Down Down, I'm with your girl
They get down or lay down (Yeah)
Finance or pay down (Come on), hear what I say now (Yeah)
See how I proceed with caution (Come on)
My whip crack fast over niggas and bosses (Uh)
I'm like Randy Moss, is I play when I wanna
Gut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I wanna (You heard)
Arrive in early, around six in a six
With a throwback six serve, number six Julius Irv' (Uh)
Some like Chris in the cut, make it hard to swerve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang the rim on the curb (Yeah)
I'm gettin' high while you was makin' a turn
I strike a nerve in old MC's wantin' a comeback (Uh)
I got respect, but it's lost and that's fact
Like, hey, no one here even said your name (Yeah)
Aw, you really feelin' guilty 'bout somethin', man
It's sad to see you really just want (Uh)
Just one more hit, please, please
You the first old man should get a rapper's pension (Come on)
No hits since the cordless mic invention
I'm snitchin', matter of fact, stay the fuck out the kitchen (Uh)
Nelly cookin' with too many dimensions
Midwest and we aim about mid-chest (Yeah)
Duke on my side, too many in my tribe
Coup outside, who the fuck wanna ride? (Uh)
It's Nelly in the place with Murphy
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right (Yeah)
You better watch what you say around here
'Cause there's somethin' on my waist
That makes the whole place boom (Uh)
It's Freeway 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 we got what it takes to dump the G-E, man (Uh)
All of y'all need to run yourself
Go get the burner, nigga, bang yourself (Blaow)
All of y'all need to run yourself
Go get the burner, nigga, bang yourself (Blaow)
Yeah, yeah, it's the, it's the Roc, nigga
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
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