RE-UP GANG - Roc Boys lyrics

rate me

First of all I want to thank my connect, hold up!

I can't do that yet

Y'all motherfuckers know I still live this shit

Mount Rushmore with the pot, my face etched in a brick

No reminisce, no recall, hit the corner in my Hoop D

My trunk is like a free for all

Ski for all, I said ski for all

Sonny Bono to slopes until the reaper call

Connect got me with snow like I was meeting Claus

Merry Christmas to coke, here goes a re for y'all

Do something nice for your bitch for the winter

Red bottom her toes, give her wrist some shimmer

Supercharge that range, ridiculous rimmers

Show money, blow money, the Re-Up Gang agenda

You niggers re-ing up with them low ass dinners

We serving it on platters, y'all are great pretenders

Re-Up Gang in the spot tonight

Oh, what a feeling selling blocks of white

You ain't even gotta bring your paper out

We're the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

You know I'm felly hustler backcrawling

And buy level condos made up with the glass floor

Hibberts like 9-4

Chopping that work on a glass plate

The last real niggers, we're condors

And speaking of crime lords

Trill niggers screaming to encore

With the third in stall, meant it as grind four

We got it 4 cheap!

What I got comes with feathers and beaks

I can dare my competitor to speak

Them four bow letters, K – I – LO, hello

Lamborghini I break, canary yellow

Interior black, like Othello

Sugar Hill sweet, so we're mellow

Now I play the lead, pull strings like a cello

The Puppeteer, low puppets just don't come near

American me and the company of few

I'm Ali, Jordan, Tiger, Tyson, Gretzky, Lemieux

I'm a product of the seventies baby!

I push products on a customer daily

So much in fact it should probably shame me

See the commonwealth district they wanna arraign me

They don't like us niggers making videos

They like niggers pointing fingers like Arsenio

And y'all fall for it, tell it like a ten year old

And they still serve you time like a dinner roll

They come looking for the source, like Melly Mel

You better never play me, like Felly Fel

I can't touch that, it's kind of delicate

My lawyer is on the House of Delegates

I put them all with my derelicts

Name your price, you can buy tampered evidence

More powder than Maybelline

Push pounds like a Medellin

We used to hustle galore

Me and Hoffa back in Jungle had the hole in the floor

Five blocks, across the street or right in front of the store

Julios, fooling them hoes and still we eat

Something like Kevin, Joes, Julios and Reese

Take it two blocks down and then up the street

Make man a wood lawn, the story goes on

Plenty coke was moving and bugging booty was drawn

Gucci filatelas and many coochies was raw

Racist niggers snitching seems like we all should be long gone

But guess what, we're not

Baby got the clock so what's up baby rock

Nothing could stop me, I'm feeling so cocky

Left to the slimy, RIP Aki and Goon

To Philly I'm Rocky

If I ain't the eyes, the kids know me as I slowly pulling up in the ride

Like Goldie just to get me some bread

School first lil' nigga, now hold up your head

Stay juiced, stay Philly, stay away from a bed

And keep your eyes on the price 'til you get what it is