Rock The Body Lyrics

Rock The Body lyrics

(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)