Lyric Do My - Memphis Bleek

Lyric Song Do My: Jay Z
Turn that motherfucker louder
It s the Roc in this motherfucker
Bi otch!
Oh yeahbounceuh uhbounce
Yeahyeah bouncecome on
Oh come on bouncecome on

Do my ladies run this motherfucker
Yeahyeahcome on
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker
Yeahyeahcome on

Memphis Bleek
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it s the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let em know that you re still gunnin
Throw a drink in the air
Let em know you still thuggin

Yo I come throughfew of my man s
Scoop you and your friends
Youyouand you with the Timbs
In tight jeansChinese eyes
Indian hairBlack girl ass
Let me pour you a glass of Belvi
Tell me all about your past
Let me console your soul
While I palm your ass
And your man did what
He ain t give you
He cheated with her
I can t diss duke
I tell you this though
Get with this dude
I ll teach you about dough
And show you what this do
It s a secret societyall we ask is trust
But I don t freeze bitches
Just skeeze bitches
Break up happy homes
Just seize misses
You ll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that
How you love that

Jay Z
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
Yeahyeahcome on
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker
Yeahyeahcome on

Memphis Bleek
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it s the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let em know that you re still gunnin
Throw a drink in the air
Let em know you still thuggin

Ay yo back woods rollin
Rap you can t hold em
ROC gear matchin crews
Bleek is chillin Murda is chillin
What more can I say
We still killin em
Bags we still dealin em
Four wheelswe wheelin them
Chicks like I m feelin him
Yeah ma okay
Black jeans and Timberlands
Give them adrenaline rush
Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us
We the R O C and we don t stop
They don t make a gun that we don t pop
Matter fact they don t make a car that we don t drop
Thought you knew they don t make jewels that we don t cop
What you knew You actin like the ROC ain t hot
Or the car that I cop ain t missin a top
And even if they don t make drops that kind
I tear da roof off like I m Busta Rhymes motherfucker

Jay Z
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
Yeahyeahcome on
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker
Yeahyeahyeah
Come oncome on

Memphis Bleek
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it s the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let em know that you re still gunnin
Throw a drink in the air
Let em know you still thuggin

Jay Z
Do my ladies run this motherfucker
Okay
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker
Uh huhokayuh huh
Come oncome on

It s the R O Cwe don t stop
It s the R O Cwe don t stop
It s the R O Cwe don t stop
Uh Memp BleekThe Understanding niggas
Get your mind rightha ha