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E-Roc - 2 Legit lyrics

[Intro]
EROC is the sound of the future, now run tell that homeboy

(Bomb Drops)

Somebody call Flex tell him to drop bombs on this one

2013 alright

[Hook: King Pryze]
Them bad bad's in the spot tonight they lookin' right
Throw that assist
Cops Harass, questions they ask
I plead the fifth
In the club, They play my shit
They like who is this
Bet they know my name
They know I'm the new nigga in the game
Who is too legit I'm too legit
And all my nigga's 2 legit
They too legit
And all my shorties too legit
Yea they the shit
The game is over dig a ditch
Dig a ditch
Ugh hold up

[Verse 1: eROC]
I'm the NWA I'm the man, fuck what you say
This right here is funeral music
187 send the bouquet
You need eROC for a beat
Tell your management cut the check
She a good girl in the streets
But leave hickies all on my neck
Play this in the club they gon' lose it
This go dumb dumb they go stupid
You ain't no GALA the movement
All we know is making dope music
E-R, O-C, think Kanye in '03
Rappin' over my own beats
I black out, I OD
I was raised out in Brooklyn
Word to hova and biggie
My momma moved me to Jersey
But I still be reppin' my city
She said damn boy you so crazy
I love your style I love your stylo
All of ya verses is fire
And all of your beats is straight lethal, UGH!

[Bridge: eROC]
Cuz I'm too legit, girl im too legit
I was thinking maybe we could head back to the crib
Head back to the crib, maybe later you and me
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Could go half on a kid, go half on a kid
I'm about to go in, like I'm serving a bid
Like I'm serving a bid

[Hook: King Pryze]
Them bad bad's in the spot tonight they lookin' right
Throw that assist
Cops Harass, questions they ask
I plead the fifth
In the club, They play my shit
They like who is this
Bet they know my name
They know I'm the new nigga in the game
Who is too legit I'm too legit
And all my nigga's 2 legit
They too legit
And all my shorties too legit
Yea they the shit
The game is over dig a ditch, dig a ditch
Ugh hold up

[Verse 1: King Pryze]

I got dreams of coppin' casino's, Buying Gold by the Kilo
Godfather ambition, I'm feeling like Al Pacino
Balling out like I'm Nino and putting on for my people
GALA Music the family, Y'all niggas is lookin' feeble (Hit'em!)
O Lord have mercy, Please baby girl dont hurt me
9-7-Trey that's Jersey, Hit the Parkway I'm swervin'
And the homie Mark got the Jamie we set
You know Dirty Dan got the loud on deck
Cliff in the bank still tryna' get bread
Matt so sauced that he lookin' type dead

[Bridge: King Pryze]
Hold up, Whats up? Lil mama was a high roller
You wouldn't tell by the way that she grinds on ya
In the club right now.. Whats good when the nights over?
I smile because...

[Hook: King Pryze]
Them bad bad's in the spot tonight they lookin' right
Throw that assist
Cops Harass, questions they ask
I plead the fifth
In the club, They play my shit
They like who is this
Bet they know my name
They know I'm the new nigga in the game
Who is too legit I'm too legit
And all my nigga's 2 legit
They too legit
And all my shorties too legit
Yea they the shit
The game is over dig a ditch, dig a ditch
Ugh hold up

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