(feat. Jay-Z, Twista & Missy Elliott)
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I **** 'e
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
(And another one!)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my d**k
Gradually I'm taking over your b***h
Coming over your b***h
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your b***h up in my Rover ma
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're b***h chose ma
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
wedding bands don't make it rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And close the door
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doing 160?
How you love how the white wife beater fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the p***y
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your b***h on the passenger side of me flaunting your mone
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me d**knin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To c****x I come up with a nab
Legit ballers bending up the block
Sucking and ****ing, loving it when I put tha d**k up inside he
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo, yo
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
B***h, I put the rubber on tighte
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the **** is up
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your p***y
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful nigga
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe a six
And I was digging that p***y since '96 b***h
Memph man I'll take your b***h
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's ****ing yo
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a mother****ing slug to
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing d**k
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your p***y
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them b*****s in the smas
Making yours drive fast
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this p***y
You would ****in' mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(feat. Jay-Z, Twista & Missy Elliott)
[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I **** 'e
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
(And another one!)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my d**k
Gradually I'm taking over your b***h
Coming over your b***h
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your b***h up in my Rover ma
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're b***h chose ma
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
wedding bands don't make it rosy man
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And close the door
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doing 160?
How you love how the white wife beater fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Twista]
Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the p***y
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your b***h on the passenger side of me flaunting your mone
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me d**knin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To c****x I come up with a nab
Legit ballers bending up the block
Sucking and ****ing, loving it when I put tha d**k up inside he
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Jay-Z]
Yo, yo
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
B***h, I put the rubber on tighte
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the **** is up
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your p***y
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful nigga
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe a six
And I was digging that p***y since '96 b***h
Memph man I'll take your b***h
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's ****ing yo
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a mother****ing slug to
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Jay-Z]
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing d**k
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your p***y
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them b*****s in the smas
Making yours drive fast
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this p***y
You would ****in' mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
📝 纯歌词版本
(feat. Jay-Z, Twista & Missy Elliott)
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I **** 'e
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
(And another one!)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my d**k
Gradually I'm taking over your b***h
Coming over your b***h
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your b***h up in my Rover ma
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're b***h chose ma
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
wedding bands don't make it rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And close the door
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doing 160?
How you love how the white wife beater fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the p***y
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your b***h on the passenger side of me flaunting your mone
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me d**knin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To c****x I come up with a nab
Legit ballers bending up the block
Sucking and ****ing, loving it when I put tha d**k up inside he
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo, yo
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
B***h, I put the rubber on tighte
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the **** is up
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your p***y
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful nigga
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe a six
And I was digging that p***y since '96 b***h
Memph man I'll take your b***h
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's ****ing yo
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a mother****ing slug to
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing d**k
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your p***y
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them b*****s in the smas
Making yours drive fast
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this p***y
You would ****in' mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(feat. Jay-Z, Twista & Missy Elliott)
[Jay-Z]
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I **** 'e
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
(And another one!)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my d**k
Gradually I'm taking over your b***h
Coming over your b***h
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your b***h up in my Rover ma
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're b***h chose ma
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
wedding bands don't make it rosy man
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
And close the door
Fix your weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doing 160?
How you love how the white wife beater fit me
M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Twista]
Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the p***y
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your b***h on the passenger side of me flaunting your mone
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me d**knin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To c****x I come up with a nab
Legit ballers bending up the block
Sucking and ****ing, loving it when I put tha d**k up inside he
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Jay-Z]
Yo, yo
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
B***h, I put the rubber on tighte
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the **** is up
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your p***y
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful nigga
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo how dumb the pimp?
I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe a six
And I was digging that p***y since '96 b***h
Memph man I'll take your b***h
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
My bad is that your freak
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's ****ing yo
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a mother****ing slug to
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Jay-Z]
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing d**k
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your p***y
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them b*****s in the smas
Making yours drive fast
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this p***y
You would ****in' mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
[Missy]
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his d**k
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
The party is ending at 2 am... so whatever you must do... do it now!
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here,
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, (this ...
when it comes to being true, at least true to me
one thing i found, one thing i found
oh no you never let me down
get up, i get down
get up, i get d...
Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me
S dots with polo fleeces
Purple label shit with the logo secret
Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in
A ...
In my life （echoes two times ）
In my life （echoes two times ）
In my life
Theres been heartache and pain
In my life
Theres been heartache and pain
Ther...
jigga what? jigga who?
jigga what? jigga who?
jigga what?
you gonna lead the vocal in, right?
Motherf****rs wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shot...
Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass
DO DIE, OR AQUEMINI
Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla!
Young Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi to in the ...