Roc Boys Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay-z

And the winner is Hov 

My man, speech 

First of all I wanna thank my Connect 

The most important person with all due respect 

Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag 

The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash 

Boys in blue who put greed before the badge 

The first pusher whoever made the stash 

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life 

Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim 

Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game 

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Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery 

Thanks to the pastor rappin' at your eulogy 

To Lil' Kim and them, you know the women friend 

Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen 

Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers 

And most importantly you, the customer 

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life 

You don't even gotta bring ya paper out 

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

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice 

You don't even gotta bring ya purses out 

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

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score 

Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore 

Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more 

'Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw 

Photos 

Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores 

Pick a weekend for freakin' for figure fours 

I figure frauds never hit a lick before 

So they don't know the feelin' when them things get across 

Put ya hand out the window, feel the force 

Feel the Porsche, hit the frost 

Ice cold, jewels got no flaws 

Drop got no top, you on the top floor 

Pink Rosay, think OJ 

I get away with murder when I sling yay 

[Incomprehensible] got less steps then Britney 

That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? 

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life 

You don't even gotta bring ya paper out 

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

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice 

You don't even gotta bring ya purses out 

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

Red Porsche's, rare portraits 

Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress 

This apple sauce is from the apple orchid 

This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses 

Which means I get it from the ground 

Which means you get it when I'm around 

Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs 

Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches 

La Heim 

I wish for you a hundred years of success 

But it's my time, cheers, toast to crime 

Number one B-boy, chain nigga rhyme 

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life 

You don't even gotta bring ya paper out 

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

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice 

You don't even gotta bring ya purses out 

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

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life 

You don't even gotta bring ya paper out 

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

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight 

Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice 

You don't even gotta bring ya purses out 

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

Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah 

This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta 

Takin' flight, comin' to a town near you 

Soon as I touch down I just want y'all to start playin' the horns like 

Hovie's home, Lukey baby