Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)...

Lyrics

[Produced by LV, Sean C, and Diddy] [Intro: Jay-Z] And the winner is... Hov! My man... Speech! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] First of all, I wanna thank my connectThe most important person, with all due respect Thanks to the duffle bag, the brown paper bagThe Nike shoe box, for holding all this cash (Okay!) Boys in blue, who put greed before the badge (Okay!) The first pusher who ever made the stash (Okay!) The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim Thanks to a little change, I tore you out the gameBullet wounds will stop your buffooneryThanks to the pastor, rapping at your eulogy To Lil' Kim and them, you know the women-friend whoCarry the work cross state for a gentleman Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly: you, the customer [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper outWe the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–)(We in the house, hou–, hou–, HEY) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Let your hair down, baby, I just hit a scorePick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the Forbes figured, then figure more'Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw Pick a time, let's pick apart some storesPick a weekend for freaking for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick beforeSo they don't know the feeling when them things get across Put your hand out the window, feel the forceFeel the Porsche, hit defrostIce cold, jewels got no flawsDrop got no top, you on the top floor Pink Rosé, think OJI get away with murder when I sling yay Heron got less steps than BritneyThat means it ain't stepped on – dig me? [Chorus: Jay-Z & (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper outWe the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–)(We in the house, hou–, hou–, HEY) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Rare Porsches, rare portraits Rare guns, if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchardThis kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the groundWhich means you get it when I'm around Rich niggas, black Bar MitzvahsMazel tov – it's a celebration, bitches!"L'chaim!" I wish for you a hundred years of success, but it's my time Cheers – toast to crime Number one D-boy, shame he could rhyme [Chorus: Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Cassie & (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper outWe the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–)(We in the house, hou–, hou–, HEY) The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper outWe the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–)(We in the house, hou–, hou–, HEY) The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!) You don't even gotta bring your paper outWe the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou–, hou–)(We in the house, hou–, hou–, HEY) [Outro: Jay-Z] Sweet!Let that ride out!Bring the horns back in, yeahThis is black superhero music right here, babyAmerican GangsterTaking flight, coming to a town near youSoon as I touch down, I just want y'all to start playing the horns like...Hovi's home!Lukey, baby!Hahahahaha... oww!