Ugh, ugh, ugh, let's go! Ugh, bounce Ugh, bounce Ugh, bounce Ugh Shit, relax your mind, let your conscience be free You're now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel-Sigel in the house! Uh-huh, sick bastard (Yeah) Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-back-er (Ugh, ugh) Memph' Bleek in the house! Still here, never left (Ugh, ugh) Still bust, more or less, still puff, BITCH! (Ugh, ugh) Young Hova in the house-Jigga! (Yeah) Cris' sipper, six-dipper, wrist-glitter, nigga! Hold up, love Every time you see Jiggaman, I'm rolling on dubs Don't forget about them blades, shit, chopping it up It's the motherfucking Roc, bitch, who hotter than us? Jay-Hov, 'bout to change my name to Jay Peso But in the meantime, call me William H., though On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunning Throwing it up like liquor on an empty stomach Y'all don't hear nothing? Who that, Mack? Naw, dawg, that's M.
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