Cross over to the Roc, make yourself hot
The topic of discussion in every nail shop
It\'s a secret society, all we ask is trust
And within a week, watch your arm freeze up

Brassiere get right, A to a D cup
Weave get tight, pedicure your feet up
Ears get iced, gear get spiced
From hoodrat to superstar, there\'s your life

Fuck with Hova, he can take you out of your Hell
Say bye to Reebok, say hi to Chanel
Say hi to Gucci, Prada as well
Take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
You gotta play your part when you\'re rollin\' with the ROC
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

Yo, I\'m young Memphis, used to play the apprentice
Now I\'m like the teacher, c\'mere, let me teach ya
how to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures
How to play it cool when police come to pinch us

Relax mami, let the Belvy flow
Inhale the \'dro, exhale it slow
I could teach you how to roll, teach you \'bout fly kicks
Teach you how to keep your nose up out of my shit

When the beeper goes off, please don\'t reach
Like you put a ring or spend cheese on Bleek
Get your mind right, baby, goin\' through mine crazy
When I\'m in the shower, star 69 me crazy

Track my last call, contact my broad
With a bitch or two had physical contact in the mall
You got issues problems you need to iron out
I will, holla, for now you on time out

You gotta play your part when you\'re rollin\' with the ROC
(C\'mon little mama, c\'mon)
You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me
(Get your mind right mami, get your mind right)
(C\'mon little mama, c\'mon)

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
(Get your mind right mami, get your mind right)
(C\'mon baby girl, c\'mon)
And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family
(Get your mind right mami, get your mind right)
(C\'mon little mama, c\'mon)

PIMPology
I played you and you paid me
Believe me when I tell you, girl I know you a freak
For fuckin\' with me, that ain\'t all you can be

Just put your mind to it you can go real far
I know times gettin\' hard on the boulevard
They say, pimpin\' is dead, man, pimpin\' ain\'t dead
These hoes just scared and they blind tryin\' and dyin\' to be lead

But who\'s to lead \'em? Talk shit to \'em and beat \'em
Get they mind right and feed \'em
Now I don\'t need \'em, uh, uh, but I can do that there
Put on a three piece suit and Shirley Temple my hair

So I can, feel like a player when I walk in the place
Got yo\' bitch all on my line and now she up in my face
Is this yo\' bitch is that yo\' bitch \'cuz if she\'s not she mine
She fallin\' fo\' a nigga and I ain\'t even dropped a line

Get out my limelight, bitch and get your mind right
C\'mon little mama, c\'mon
Get your mind right, bitch, get your mind right
C\'mon baby girl, c\'mon, c\'mon

You gotta play your part when you\'re rollin\' with the ROC
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me
Get your mind right ma, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
Got to get your mind right, baby, get your mind right
And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
Get your mind right ma, get your mind right, huh?
Got to get your mind right, baby, get your mind right