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[Verse 1]
It's the Roc, woo
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
R-O, R-O-C, *****
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Hov, R-O-C, *****, R-O, woo
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
It's Hov, R-O-C, ***** (Trackmasters)
(Jay-Z)
[Verse 2]
Come on the track like dun-dun-dun-dun
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the Siddix
Or might take sips of Armi with chidd-ick
I'm so sick with it
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends, man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, Hermes boat shoes
The Izod bucket on, I'm so old school
Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip-flops
Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, ladies help me say it now
Y-Z, Mami, why you playin' with me?
Ride with me, get high as me
It's how it supposed to be when you rollin' with Gs
Hov, back up in this ***** like "whoa"
Jigga get this whole **** jumpin' like '64s
[Verse 3]
(Hov) He is I and I am him
(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on 20-inch rims
(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)
If y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all
(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me, I go to war with y'all
(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)
[Verse 4]
Hov, and so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's responding, top is C. Ronson
We in Luan gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar on our way to spa
She never seen a hunnid on the wrist before
Never seen 22s on the 6 before
I am killin' 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6s than first grade
The crib got killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
So sleep if you need to, Mami, I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah, I don't wanna dance
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B. pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city doin' a buck sixty
[Verse 5]
(Hov) He is I and I am him
(Jigga, jigga, that jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on 20-inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war with me, I go to war with y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
[Verse 6]
"He did it again," haters no like
But they gotta **** with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley, dude
All day like Rastafaris do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
You ****in' up my high, don't bother me, dude
But red rover, send your ***** over
She can do whatever, sip something with soda
She can leave whenever, sip something with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is explosive
Left her with wet bedsheets, **** I'm focused
[Verse 7]
(Hov) He is I and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on 20-inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me, I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me, I go to war with y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that Jigga)
[Verse 8]
R-O-C
R-O-C
(Roc-A-Fella y'all)
Written by: Jean "Poke" Olivier, Jean Claude Olivier, Larry Gates, Samuel Barnes, Shawn Carter