Artist: Roc Marciano Album: Reloaded Song: Deeper Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Uh, waddup bitch? Hey... [Chorus] Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it? Pimp shit, what you know about it? So what you know about it? [Roc Marciano] Uh yeah, 8-ball corner pocket, my hustle, can't knock it The game chop it catastrophic, I'm after the profit Pull a salad out the stocking, it's poppin I popped in the cherry blossom Rocked the lockman in the cockpit You frontin like you hot shit Shake out, dress understated at the steakhouse Spaced out, deep in the game, I pray I make it out Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch Gold Porsche, I'm a clotheshorse Your boss thrown in the trough, the blow's soft Throwin salt on pork You're done, prick him with the fork Dip him in the sauce, linen cloth Lay on the king, blesses to my offspring Sip the water from the spring, it ain't a thing Patent leather ski mask, my feet pass a G and a half Pull out the fast European cab - crab Call it the cooler, I'm basically a jeweler (Word?) You tryna fool a consumer Cubic zirconia, I copped the coat in Mongolia And spoke harmonious at the podium Hold the soda... [Chorus] Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it? Pimp shit, daddy what you know about it? So what you know about it? I won't allow it ("You wit a pimp tonight, nahmsayin? A real pimp, yanahmsayin? Y'know, a nigga that's internationally known, nationally recognized and locally accepted, ya dig what I'm sayin? I mean, it's some REAL shit Not that on the corner fake shit" "That's all and good but I mean-" "That's the problem, you likes to talk, baby. But you know what?" "That's not what I meant...") [Roc Marciano] Uh, twist a nino, my bitch like Ginger in Casino Pink tuxedo, show machismo Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok Peacock move like a robot, stove top Stan Smith her, Rod Laver Cock the hammer, sixteen in the clip, one in the chamber Sure-footed, the Porsche dashboard's wooden Muh'fuckers bite the bullet The six forty seats is like puddin It's the position I was put in My bitch arch her back, I slid the wood in Can I kill it? Funkadelic George Clinton Keep it pimpin, more convincin, without the tension Mini mansion, Mr. Belvedere Benson Honey dip lit up a Winston, not to mention Expenses to prints is pretentious No pretend shit, tennis kicks, tinted lenses My thirst for the chips is tremendous It's never ending, it's a win-win Uh, now come again, see [Chorus] Pimp shit, daddy what you know about it? Smooth shit, daddy what you know about it? ...Pull a hoe up out it [Outro] "I'm rollin with you all day and fuckin night Whatever you need to be done, we gon' do it And I'm gon' roll with you and see that it gets done So that we can make this dough, straight like that! Cause I LOVE - MONEY! And I know that money loves me Cause when I got it, I shows it love also, you understand?"