Long Live Roc

[Intro: children singing]
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc

[Verse 1: HBK]
Still can’t believe it, but it’s some’ I gotta deal with
Remember you on house arrest, I’m the one you chilled with
The pain, how could I heal this? Knowin’ you ain’t comin’ back?
Hard for me to stomach that, now, I need another tatt
I’ll trade it all for my dawg to hear another rap
Make me wanna grab a fifth of Patron and unwrap
The green paper, and then ride down Roll[?]
I ain’t been thinking right lately, my mind been gone
The viewin’ of your body, it was hard for me to pass it
But we chipped in and got you icy in your casket
The first one I called on to ball when I ain’t have shit
I miss my dawg I laughed with, deeper than this rap shit
Real brothers, real brothers
Without Roc, I hope the fans still love us
When I see your lil’ brothers, all I picture is you
Just left from Kenny crib, feel like I kicked it with you
Just grabbed me a bottle, poured the liquor for you
You still gettin’ love, niggas listen to you
I know you miss your loved ones, we missin’ you too
It’s Roc-tober every year, we ain’t forgettin’ you, fool
And I’ll make the baddest bitch toast up for you
And when your birthday come, I’ma throw up for you
Throw up for you and talk shit about you
I feel you here with me, and I ain’t walkin’ without you

[Chorus: children singing & HBK]
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
(you know we love you, Roc)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (always)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (forever)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (the Mayor)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
(you know we love you Roc)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (always)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (forever)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
(love you boy, we love you)

[Verse 2: HBK]
I know you with your pops, know he couldn’t wait to hug you
October 9th, the heaven gates done let a real thug through
Doughboy Roc, we love you, proof at your funeral
Horse and carriage walk you through the Mo, sad but beautiful
At first, it’s “Free Roc,” but now, it’s “Long Live”
October 1st come, we gotta do it so big
You belong in this booth with me, losin’? Bro, that’s new to me
Flashbacks of you and me, Ion know what to do with me
When I sit and think about you, now, I gotta drink without you
Patron reekin’ out me, I can’t believe you outty
So much memories, don’t know how to put it
But a tape without a song about you? You know know I wouldn’t
Good at everything you did, from hoopin’ to sellin’ work
Before I lost my nigga Doughboy Roc, my heart was never hurt
Like this, all I do is reminisce
When we made Pouring Shots, I never thought it’d end with this

[Chorus: children singing & HBK]
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
(you know we love you, Roc)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (always)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (forever)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (the Mayor)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc
(you know we love you Roc)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (always)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (forever)
We’ll always love Doughboy Roc (we love you)

[Outro]
~What up, Roc? It’s your brother, Lord AP. Love you, boy. Miss you to death, fool. See you soon

~What’s good, Roc? It’s your brother Rob C. Just down here tryna make you proud, mane. Just continue to watch over us. Just know that we love you, bro

~Balboa, what up? It’s Maine, fool. Brightmoor to the world blow. I love you, my nigga. You know I got you, right? Aye, you know I got you, right?

~What up, Roc baby? I know you ballin’ in paradise, bro, but stay watchin’ over us, man. And you know we gon’ keep that name alive forever, man. But you a legend, so your name gon’ always ring bells out here anyway

~Roc, it’s Reese, bro. You know I miss you. Thinkin’ about you every day, man. You know, man, it’s hard without you. You know I’m sayin’? I’m stayin’ strong. DBC for life, man. BYLUG. 6 to the Mo

~It’s Payroll Giovanni. Long Live Roc, you already know. You know I got hella classic memories. The one that stick out to me is when you used to go to West V, and you’ll blow your profit out there. I used to be like, “Dude, you supposed to come home with the money.” You know, you out there grindin’. So, when you did start comin’ home with the money, I’ll stack it for you, and I’ll put it in the carpet. And I’ll tell you, “The only way you gon’ get this money, is if you got some’ important to do. Some’ with family, or you gotta reup. And I’ll stack my money up with you. I put mines in the carpet right next to yours. When we hit our goal, that’s when we got the lil’ [...] everything, tattoos. And I still look at this tattoo to this day, and I remember all them classic times. Long Live Roc, man. Ain’t a day go by that I don’t think about you. BYLUG for life