Who Ya Love

Yo Bent, let's get to the club man [Chorus] R-O-C, if this is what ya want Then put your hands up high and keep em' up My dudes, my dimes then this is what your get All playa, makin' paper, breakin' haters represent So So, let's go, the D to the EF Now put your hands up high and keep em' up Let's drink and smoke and tear the party up Now put your hands up again and tell me who ya love Clothes, cash, cars, glass Mary Blige or the cranberry and naj 22 wenches are so often witches A couple of mansions, a couple of Benz's Flows is endless, dough tremendous No one comprehends is the way I pen this All of my men's is in jeans and Tims's Came to get the club doors off the hinges Wired right now, turn these lights down The DJ booth's on fire right now Middle of the club with the thugs, I'm iced down Half grape juice, half papaya right now All my ladies, let's be swayzie My man got the Bentley, I got the Mercedes So let's just say we, hit 280 And rep for the Bricks cause my hook is crazy [Chorus] Say (HIT ME ROC!) All of the women in the club Who love feelin' the villains and thugs Say (HIT ME ROC!) Maybe I will But the dress, heels, head gotta be ill, but still I tear they brain up with hell a game Numb chicks like Novocaine every time I flow a game The best that has ever came Remember Mary Blige told you I was everything It's still the same, real-a game, illa chain Used to pump cane up in Jersey, over where Lauryn Hill would hang But now it's just an overseas villa thing I love to hear my name, ladies would you say again [Chorus] Like this, like that, and like this and uh My machine gun funks like Christopher Now let me see y'all jump, bounce, get up Puff something, pop something, slug till ya spit up I'm so lit up Used to have love fuckin' girls in my heart but my chain froze it up You know what's up, 9-7 grid I come through in a crooked letter UV Dippin' missin' competitions Only wishin' for the mortician 6-4 sits on hydro suspension (Bounce) Manuscriptin' my intuition (Bounce) Shine and glitzin' my mind is missin' But any beat chu' find, the rhyme just sits in the loop (Uh huh) And ain't no substitute I'm a fly motherfucker all about the loot, come on [Chorus] Say (PICK ME ROC!) All of my mommies in the party, movin' they body When you see me at the bar say (PICK ME ROC!) Then show me ya thong, and it's on Come on all my ladies sing along [Chorus]]