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(Lil' Keke) |
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Body rock or start rocking, if you rocking it now |
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Tell the DJ start mixing, if he chopping it now |
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Look at me, I'm so fresh so clean |
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Digital TV screen, got me lighting up the scene |
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Look at me, I'm steady running with G's |
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Rolling on them 21's, 22's and 3's |
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We got the drank the dro, plus the alcohol |
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For my people who be ready to ball, come on |
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Let's hit the flo' and let it go, 'fore I start the show |
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Get your back up off the wall, come on |
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Start club hopping, in the city where it's popping |
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A lot of bodies rocking, a lot of women flocking |
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Trying to kick it, they rolling with the niggaz with the tickets |
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I make my cash flow, jump up a whole digit |
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Look at me, I graduated a G |
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Now put your hands in the air, so the crowd can see |
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(Hook) |
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(you feeling good), then body rock with me |
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Go on represent your hood, and body rock with me |
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All the independent women, come and rock with me |
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Get your hands up high, so the crowd can see |
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(you feeling good), then body rock with me |
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Coming straight up off the streets, it ain't no stopping Ke' |
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Real G's, body rock with me |
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Put your sets in the air, so the crowd can see |
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(Devin the Dude) |
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And that's the only way to do it round here, is to have fun |
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Some niggaz got drank some got sweets, some have blunts |
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And yep I'm one of the ones, my lungs hold tons of weed |
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Smoking with niggaz like Snoop, Ke', Bun B |
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Yukmouth, D'Angelo there's more on the menu |
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I can keep naming people, but I'm not fin to |
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Cause I'm here to have a good time, body rock |
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I'll probably hop out on the flo', just to let you hoes know |
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That I can go way back, cabbage patch bitch what |
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I bust a windmill, backspin then get up |
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Start body rocking again, side to side hop and spin |
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That move didn't get no pussy from you, but it got your friend |
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Out here dancing, with her hands in the air |
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Waving em, like she just don't care |
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Yeah letting the crowd see, letting herself be free |
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Letting her body rock, with me |
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(Hook) |
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(Lil' Keke) |
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Here comes the go-getter, yeah the quick lick hitter |
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The dope rhyme spitter, you wanna take a picture |
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Let me hit ya, sky page two way style |
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I'm a gangsta, that's trying to keep a low profile |
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With a pen and a paper, trying to pull a caper |
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Me and Mr. Lee, and a nice big plate of |
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Beats, so we keep on crushing the streets |
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Laid up in some'ing lovely, in a first class suite |
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Trying to smoke a fat sack, body rock and all that |
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Alert the Nextel walkie talkie, get right back |
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I give it to em, and at the same time do em |
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I mix em slow em down, so that means I'm trying to screw em |
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So it's lights out, baby what you tal'n bout |
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Bout to turn out the party, get it crunk no doubt |
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All the independent women, go on shake it to death |
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Get your hands in the sky, if you feeling yourself uh |
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(*talking*) |
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You feeling good, say man check it out |
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Down here in Texas, well better yet the Dirty South |
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We like to say |
