Rock The Body lyrics

Rock The Body lyrics

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Send "Rock The Body" Ringtone to your Cell (Tracey Lee): Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah For the 98 this is how we do Queen Pen yall, Tray Lee yall Rock on yall, D-dot yall Come on (Queen Pen): For all the honeys in the ghetto Thats holdin there own Rock the body (Tracey Lee): For all my puffed out Dogs in the club thugged out Rock the body (Queen Pen): And if you know that its a fact That we got your back Rock the body (Tracey Lee): Aint no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out Rock the body : (Tracey Lee): Lyrically I spray yall, its Tray yall Slay yall niggaz it aint hard to face me Break yall niggaz like A.C. Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me Kill or be killed, Im God-sent My calling making shit bounce like Spaulding Yall know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuego Its T. Lee spitting and Im down with the Queen (Queen Pen): Radio play just really advances my chances With big time niggaz holdin legal finances Ghetto star just about the whole of my life Got eyes in the back of my head like mice With ya chat bat boy, I lived it I figure you just wake up in the morning And blamed it on a nigga, yous the type of nigga I leave standing at the bar Have your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow Its them lame chicks that fuck it up for us Runnin around the club being a bag of darts A bonafide child I got years in this Holding down fort, real Brooklyn shit Weed rolled in fry talon dreads was rich Aint nothing changed since 86 We stopped transportin, start making hits Ghetto from the start, Queen represent (Queen Pen): For all the honeys in the ghetto Thats holdin there own Rock the body, rock the body, rock (Tracey Lee): For all my puffed out Dogs in the club thugged out Rock the body, rock the body, rock (Queen Pen): And if you know that its a fact That we got your back Rock the body, rock the body, rock (Tracey Lee): Aint no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out Rock the body, rock the body, rock (Queen Pen): Niggaz talk shit on the regular And those be the ones thats sweatin yall Whether east or west D servin ya Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer If its not real boo then why bother Tell me why windows shot wit bags of copper Jack yo ass up like my baby father I said jack your ass up like my baby father (Tracey Lee): When Tray Lee come through its party time But a party aint a party till you spark a dime Yall can hate but Im a still make ass shake Still got the steel by the waist runnin through yall Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to break even RNF niggaz who live for the weekend Still drinkin, hey still leaving the club with hoes They seen us on Keenan You dealin with pros, goddamn Future of the game turning cats into what happen tos Like Brains, Tray aint change Still spit on, still ride everything that I get on Still be in the club with Timbs on Raw dog forever, I got something for all yall Whatever (Repeat Chorus 2 til end) Send " Rock The Body" Ringtone to your Cell Rock The Body lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Rock The Body lyrics @ ELyrics | Rock The Body lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Rock The Body lyrics @ Songlyrics | Rock The Body lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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