Lirik Lagu Roc The Mic (Remix) - Nelly
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[Intro - Beanie]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 Pand we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!Still watch what you say to B. Sigcause I still will knock your ass the fuck out
[Verse 1 - Beanie (Freeway)]I bring the hood when I'm travelinScrap backwoods unravelinScrap smoke good when we travelinForget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the CaravanI clap up your hood like the hammer manBring your gat, better bust it if you get that closeScared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks)Who want beef with State P...Enemies try to speak to meNegative they don't get that close
[Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)]Its Free, listenBlow trees with Mac Mittens(No we didn't) Yes we did!(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precisionBring 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 didn't)Yes I didOverpayed shit? Wait a minute...When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib(Then slide, uh)I'm like the baker with your pies(Then rise)Set up shop and distribute where you liveIt's Freeway in the place with my squadand we got what it takes to DUMP the KFLIP your ride!
[Chrous 1 - Beanie]Its B Sig in the place with State Pand I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!Still watch what you say to Young Freecause 50 shots still will turn the club out[Chorus 2 - Freeway]Its Freeway in the place with State Pand we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah!Still watch what you say to B Sigcause we got what it takes to dump the D-E[Chorus 3 - Nelly]Its Nelly in the place with Murph Leeand I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!You better watch what you say around herrecause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break[Chorus 4 - Murphey Lee]Its Murph dun in the place with Nellyand I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!You better watch what you say to my facecause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
[Verse 3 - Murphey Lee]Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'emTwenty-one when I'm clubbin itFake ID for the fuck of itI'm just a school boy, somewhat new boyIf you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?Two toy carrier, two stashesOne truck that seats six assesSwing through to refuse the massesRemove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashesI used to drive my mama stuffNow the school boy puttin twenties on the Bomb Pop truckI make rappers go back to the blockThey be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punkand I got enough skunk to fill the whole bluntI take trips with chumps up in my trunkand I take em real far to a safe place to dump
[Verse 4 - Nelly]Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay downFinance a pay-down, heard what I said now?See how I procede with cautionMy whip crack fast all you niggas is horsesRandy Moss', I play when I wannaNut check, gut check, cause I say what I wannaAround six in the six with the throwbackSixers, number six Julius Irv'Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirveThrow your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curbYou couldn't hit while you was makin a turnI strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comebackI got repsect but it's lost and that's a factLike K - "Know" one here even said your nameR - You really feelin guilty bout somethin maynS - Sad to see you really just want justOne - more hit please please!You the first old man who should get a rapper's pensionNo we ain't system call this mic inventionSnitchin? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchenNelly cookin with too many dimensionsMid west, and we aim about mid chestDuked on my side, too many in my tribeCoupe outside who the fuck want a ride?
[Chorus 3][Chorus 2]
[Outro - Freeway (to fade)]All a y'all need to one yo selfGo get the burner nigga clap yo-self!All a y'all need to one yo selfGo get the burner nigga clap yo-self!Yeah! Its the, its the Roc niggaHo! Ho! Ho! Ho!And another one...
Its B Sig in the place with State Pand we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!Still watch what you say to B. Sigcause I still will knock your ass the fuck out
[Verse 1 - Beanie (Freeway)]I bring the hood when I'm travelinScrap backwoods unravelinScrap smoke good when we travelinForget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the CaravanI clap up your hood like the hammer manBring your gat, better bust it if you get that closeScared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks)Who want beef with State P...Enemies try to speak to meNegative they don't get that close
[Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)]Its Free, listenBlow trees with Mac Mittens(No we didn't) Yes we did!(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precisionBring 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 didn't)Yes I didOverpayed shit? Wait a minute...When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib(Then slide, uh)I'm like the baker with your pies(Then rise)Set up shop and distribute where you liveIt's Freeway in the place with my squadand we got what it takes to DUMP the KFLIP your ride!
[Chrous 1 - Beanie]Its B Sig in the place with State Pand I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!Still watch what you say to Young Freecause 50 shots still will turn the club out[Chorus 2 - Freeway]Its Freeway in the place with State Pand we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah!Still watch what you say to B Sigcause we got what it takes to dump the D-E[Chorus 3 - Nelly]Its Nelly in the place with Murph Leeand I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!You better watch what you say around herrecause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break[Chorus 4 - Murphey Lee]Its Murph dun in the place with Nellyand I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah!You better watch what you say to my facecause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
[Verse 3 - Murphey Lee]Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'emTwenty-one when I'm clubbin itFake ID for the fuck of itI'm just a school boy, somewhat new boyIf you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?Two toy carrier, two stashesOne truck that seats six assesSwing through to refuse the massesRemove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashesI used to drive my mama stuffNow the school boy puttin twenties on the Bomb Pop truckI make rappers go back to the blockThey be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punkand I got enough skunk to fill the whole bluntI take trips with chumps up in my trunkand I take em real far to a safe place to dump
[Verse 4 - Nelly]Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay downFinance a pay-down, heard what I said now?See how I procede with cautionMy whip crack fast all you niggas is horsesRandy Moss', I play when I wannaNut check, gut check, cause I say what I wannaAround six in the six with the throwbackSixers, number six Julius Irv'Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirveThrow your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curbYou couldn't hit while you was makin a turnI strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comebackI got repsect but it's lost and that's a factLike K - "Know" one here even said your nameR - You really feelin guilty bout somethin maynS - Sad to see you really just want justOne - more hit please please!You the first old man who should get a rapper's pensionNo we ain't system call this mic inventionSnitchin? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchenNelly cookin with too many dimensionsMid west, and we aim about mid chestDuked on my side, too many in my tribeCoupe outside who the fuck want a ride?
[Chorus 3][Chorus 2]
[Outro - Freeway (to fade)]All a y'all need to one yo selfGo get the burner nigga clap yo-self!All a y'all need to one yo selfGo get the burner nigga clap yo-self!Yeah! Its the, its the Roc niggaHo! Ho! Ho! Ho!And another one...
