Roc-A-Fella y`all. [Jay] It`s the Roc!. Jigga Jigga that nigga Jigga. [Jay] R.O. R.O.C. niggaz R.O.. Jigga Jigga that nigga Jigga. [Jay] Hov`! R.O.C. niggaz R.O. whoo!. Jigga Jigga that nigga Jigga. [Jay] It`s Hov`! R.O.C. niggaz. Jay-Z... [Jay-Z]. Come on the track duh duh da-da. With a throwback jersey and a fitted. Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix. Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick I`m so sick widdit. Lampin in the Hamptons the weekends man. The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers. Or playin guts on the cruise Hermes bow shoes. The Izod bucket on I`m so old school. Yellow wrist watch Gucci flip flops. Six top model chicks who is this hot?. J-A ladies help me say it now. Y-Z mami why you playin with me?. Ride with me get high as me. It`s how it`s supposed to be when you rollin with G`s Hov`!. Back up in this bitch like whoa. Jigga get this whole shit jumpin like six-fo`s. [Chorus]. (Hov`!) V is I and I am him. (Jigga Jigga that nigga Jigga!). Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims. (Jigga Jigga that nigga Jigga!). And if y`all got love for me I got love for y`all. (Jigga Jigga that nigga Jigga!). And if y`all go to war for me I go to war wit y`all. (Jigga Jigga that nigga Jigga!). [Jay-Z]. Hov`! And so I breeze through jeans is Evisu. She`s respondin top of C. Bronson. We in Luan (whoo!) gettin our groove on. Buyin out the bar on our way to Spa`. She never seen a hundred on the wrist before. Never seen twenty-two`s on the 6 before. I am killin `em out there they needin first aid. Cause the boy got more 6`s than first grade. The crib got killer views and square feet. You have to film MTV Cribs for a week. So sleep if you need to mami I will leave you. Right where you stand nah I don`t wanna dance (I`m good). I just wanna see what`s in your Frankie V pants. Waist is low enough to let your waist show. Top like a rock star I got a fast car. We can cruise the city doin a buck-sixty. [Chorus]. [Jay-Z]. "He did it again!" Haters no like. But they gotta fuck with it cause the flow`s so tight. Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude. All day like Rastafari`s do. Now I`m stuck to the point I could hardly move. You fuckin up my high don`t bother me dude. But Red Rover send your hoes over. She can do WHATEVER sip somethin with soda. She can leave WHENEVER sip somethin with Hova. We can play HOWEVER slay bed or sofa. And the prognosis sex is explosive. Left her with wet bedsheets nigga I`m focused. [Chorus]. [Jay-Z]. R.O. R.O.C. niggaz... R.O.C. niggaz. (Roc-A-Fella y`all!). By Diegão