Jay-Z - All I Need Lyrics
Its the roc! wooo!My gear is right... (check)My bucket is low... (check)My rocawear is fittin incredible...***** it...I guess I got my swagger backMama that said I killed her manWell I guess I got the dagger backIts the roc bastards we are back!In the heezyJiggaman, 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 crewThe whole industry can hate me I thugged my way throughAnd all...i...need is a chick to hold a jimmy likeMeth and mary, like, marvin and tammi, unnnh...Now understands we cant be stoppedFrom blowin swisher sweets outta candy dropsLike we underground kings, ridin dirtyA nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up? )Young niggas yall cant hurt meBetter watch and observe meAnd learn how to earn better, I burn cheddarI set fire to your empireI blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tiresYes i-ah...jay i-ah...Double g-a livewire nigga holla backChorusAll I need...Rocawear... (check)Nike airs... (check)Mean bucket... (uh huh)Armadale in the club couple o duckets (yeah)Couple chicks by my side, lets rideAll 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 playAnd Ill be on my wayCmon...now...All I need in this world o sinIs me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)I got a little two-two I call er peggy sueWhen Im 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 *****Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)But no adlibbin nigga stick to the scriptNow all...i...need is a high-priced lawyerCuz its foul ways nowadays everybody saw youAnd they comin to court too, I thought you knewCant even steal on a nigga muh*****asll sueIn this time and age, cuz real muh*****asll doWhen Im surrounded by squeal muh*****as like youBut real niggas dont fret cuz the number one crew?R to the o to the c comin trueChorusListen...The cream too long, my team too strongBleek is too hot, beans is goneYall niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see yall)Yall whole block deserted, yall fiends are gone (bye bye!)The whole roc is jumpin, we reached our zenithGot fiends throwin up on themself like willy beaman (*giggle*)Any given sunday gunplays optionalHowever niggas want it like soul ii soul (however do you waaaaant it)Whoever got hops get blocked go to the holeDikembe mutumbo of this rap shitPlus the jab is sick, and its that quickLeft handll lean em like a little past sixNow run along witcha little ass hitsRead my rap sheet nigga, three classicsShut ya bumba got a-rod numbersAll you muddaskunks get buried in the trunkWhen I blast the pump, I leave you relaxedIn the hospital lookin at m*a*s*h for monthsThen I dumps dough on the d.a. deskAnd the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps...Weve got no respectNo law or governin why you *****in wit him?Mattafact, why you *****in wit them?All yall need is the r-o-c babyChorusListen...(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)
