Текст, перевод и аккорды “All I Need”
- It's the Roc! Wooo! My gear is right... (check) My bucket is low... (check) My Rocawear is fittin' incredible... Fuck it... I guess I got my swagger back Mama that said I killed her man Well I guess I got the dagger back It's the Roc bastards we are BACK! In the heezy Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?) Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!) Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey! All I need is the love of my crew The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh... Now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me Better watch and observe me And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar I set fire to your empire I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah... Double G-A livewire nigga holla back CHORUS All I need... Rocawear... (check) Nike Airs... (check) Mean bucket... (uh huh) Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need... That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way C'mon...now... All I need in this world o' sin Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha) I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!) Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh) A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew? R to the O to the C comin' true CHORUS Listen... The cream too long, my team too strong Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman (*giggle*) Any given Sunday gunplay's optional However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it) Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit Plus the jab is sick, and its Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit'cha little ass hits Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk And I flee scotch free and pee pee on the steps... We've got no respect No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him? Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them? All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby CHORUS Listen... (All I need) Rocafella Records... Freeway... Oskino and Sparks... Chris & Neef (All I need) Mickey and Mallory... Broad Street Bully... M-Extra Money, ha... YOUNG! (All I need) H to the izzo... CLUE! Rell... Uh huh...yeah, yeah... (All I need)
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