Rock Ya Body

Niggaz never listen till they vision turn pitch
Better have my money, 'cause I knock on do's
This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
The blood red G-T'll leave ya nauseous
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook
Been stompin' niggaz unconscious

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be

Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips

Said it, yeah it's all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the floor
Find yourself hangin' from your feet off the balcony
Black Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip
Yeah, I'm street like that
Bet I murder like five-oh-fo', crack, yes

Rock ya body, body, rock ya body
And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip

'Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
About two more waitin' outside
Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
They quick to point the heat right back nigga
By now you can see that I'm global
You gon' need protection

Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' trick nigga
Rock ya body, body, rock ya body
Joey C Murder like five-oh-fo'
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that

Yes, please believe she gorgeous
The only beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma

More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack
I got one bad chick, she by my side
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride
Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish

Cook Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga
Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me

And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin' shots at me
Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch

I got one bad chick, she by my side
Better yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Slappin' MC's for the dreams that they sold you
Rock, ya body, body, rock ya body
New York y'all know what it is

Ain't no damn near a rapper this loc' as me
What they do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don shit
After that, do the walk-through like phone booths
You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag

It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track
And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body just drop
And as for the wife, mami please, we're bosses
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook
About two more waitin' outside
Yeah, the Bronx is back
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook
Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
About two more waitin' outside
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

About two more waitin' outside
And rock ya body, body, catch somebody
Find me in the attic, long dist' the target
What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you
'Cause when it's time to shoot
Yeah, I need a new muh'fucker to shoot at
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride
You know, automatic, stick shift revolver
Rock ya body, body, rock ya body
I got one bad chick, she by my side
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress
I got one bad chick, she by my side