Roc Boys (and The Winner Is) Lyrics - Jay-z

And the winner is Hov, my man! 

Speech! 

First of all I wanna thank my connect 

The most important person, with all due respect 

Thanks to the duffle bag, the brown paper bag 

The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash 

Boys in blue who put green before the badge 

The first pusher who ever made the stash 

The Roc Boys in the building tonight 

Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life 

Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim 

Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game 

Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery 

Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy 

To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend 

Who carry the work cross state for a gentlemen 

Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers 

And most importantly you: the customer 

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The Roc Boys in the building tonight 

Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life 

You don't even gotta bring your paper out 

We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house 

(We in the house, house) 

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, house) 

(We in the house, house) 

Photos 

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score 

Pick 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 stores 

Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours 

I figure frauds never hit a lick before 

So they don't know the feeling when them things get across 

Put ya hand out the window, feel the force 

Feel the Porsche, hit defrost 

Ice-cold, jewels got no flaws 

Drop got no top, you on the top floor 

Pink Rose, think OJ 

I get away with murder when I sling yay 

Heron got less steps than Britney 

That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? 

The Roc Boys in the building tonight 

Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life 

You don't even gotta bring your paper out 

We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house 

(We in the house, house) 

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, house) 

(We in the house, house) 

Red Porsches, rare portraits 

Wear guns if you dare come near the fortress 

This apple sauce is from the apple orchard 

This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses 

Which means I get it from the ground 

Which means you get it when I'm around 

Rich niggas, black Bar Mitzvahs 

Mazel 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 

The Roc Boys in the building tonight 

Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life 

You don't even gotta bring your paper out 

We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house 

(We in the house, house) 

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, house) 

(We in the house, house) 

Sweet, let that ride out! 

Bring the horns back in, yeah 

This is black super hero music right here baby 

American Gangsta 

Taking flight, coming to a town near you 

Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like... 

Hovies home...Lukey baby 

Hahahahaha...ow!