Roc Marciano - Bozak lyrics

rate me

Rock the rope, no joke, playing with the sock and soap

I’m locked in the flow, how could it be not so

But why glow, keep rocks toe, behind the console

Y’all reek, let the dawn flow, like don down the god throat

Cigar smoke, you park slow, car float like a woodlog boat

Cook more coke, rock that couture coke

I make well, pray the good lord know

Only did work to get more dough

Slang work let them pitbulls roam, through the home

Cocaine slang through the nose, music really orgasmic

The class stick might crack a bit

Slave owner, make them crack the whip on they back and shit

I’m beating them all, defeating the odds,

Getting my feet and sauce at the large, free of charge

While the meat get slabbed, I feel the need to just charge

Spit these bars for rip, but this hit ...ski my arse

Ride around in the meanest cars, I seen it in the genie’s ball

Signs of the times is written like graffiti on the wall

For me to y’all, read the bars from a pimp dearly

Sincerely, yours, marc, the man, the mac

Keep my hand on the mac like mad max

From that I got a bad back

Get at least a half of shack off the gun rack

Just keep where I’m at under the raps

That’s the catch old chap

Don’t make me go inside the backpack

Then you can hold that, lick the bozak

Faggot ass niggas, ah, bitch, I’m status in this motherfucker

You know what it is, sean don sipping, slick, fuck em, yeah

Come on, splash,

G’s on the table, green saber, squeeze hay, you catch 3 in the navy

Bleed till you start seeing angels

Seen the strangle, learn to see not to be ungrateful

The sheep ...all you seen was his feet and ankles

Free the dangle like I run dmc cable

Being strangled in the fiend angle

Clean angle riding beast stable

Let the piece fade you, rest in peace may you

When I come to repay you

Revenge is sweet like tree maple

You nigga be faithful, it will be faithful when you meets cradle

Leave tomato on the street lay you

Not be anal but you weak fables ain’t deep slave you

I let the 38 long steam pay you

You lame you, keep how I can’t do

Show that ass a thing or 2,

It ain’t get your crew, the man to thank, thank blue

Man, the mac, keep my hand on the mac like mad max

From that I got a bad back

Got least a half of shack off the gun rack

Just keep where I’m at, under the raps

That’s the catch old chap

Don’t make me go inside the backpack

Then you can hold that, lick the bozak, plat!

beautiful, you know I love that

That’s how you do it, mean.