Rock Your Body (mic Check 1 2) Lyrics

Rock Your Body (mic Check 1 2) lyrics

(feat. Vice Verse)

[Chorus: Vice
Verse]
Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
Becuase it ain't a party til my
crew run through
Shake some body, show me what you can do - like Ohhh,
Ohhh
Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
DJ spin the needle, rock into the
groove
Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move - like Ohhh,
Ohhh

[Stagga Lee]
Yo, I blaze the illest
So much skill, its
impossible for you not to feel us
The realest, MC that you ever met in your
life
I'm tryna see you work
Put a little sweat in your life
I got an
idea, and it might sound silly
But I wanna roll your body in a tight brown
Philly
Crack it, lick it up, seal it, air tight
Get a light, because you
know we gonna burn it all night
And I just might, double the ice on
dental
And if you double the price, Me and Vice rock
in

[Chorus]

[Stagga Lee]
Like BOOM! I be at the
hotel soon
We gonna put the lens on zoom, Benz on VROOOM!
As long as you
got the right perfume
Aint no body checkin out the telly till noon
You
should get a Stag top, on the backbone
Stag rap, I'm peelin off them tight
Sassoon's
Honeys stop breathin when I step in the room
And ain't nobody
leavin when I set it with the BOOM!

[Chorus]

[Vice
Verse]
I like it when you work it for me lady, see you do that BOOM!
BOOM!
I like the way you work that for me
If you wanna party baby we can
get together, BOOM! BOOM!
Cuz you know you make me so horny
Maybe you a
hottie when you get up on the floor and BOOM! BOOM!
Never wanted someone so
badly
We can leave the club, and hit the telly, get a room BOO-BOOM!
BOOM!

[Stagga Lee] Leave the club, get a telly, BOOM! BOOM!
[claps]
[Vice Verse] Let's go! All my ladies.. sing along,
C'MON!

[Maxine]
We can party till the night is through
So
baby tell me what you wanna do
Got the keys to the hotel room
You know I
got my eyes on you
Hand bumpin up and down my thighs
I'm starin at you
with my bedroom eyes
The way I'm lookin, boy your so, so fine
So we can
get it on tonight

[Stagga Lee]
Kid, now, this rhyme is for the
masters
In schools that use Tupac poems to teach classes
Yo, try to
follow
when the turn table spinnin
The sound is leakin out on the crowd, gettin up
in it
See me coastin, the scene gettin frozen
He sound dope when, the
words are composin
D-Boys, break down, and flow like a slow jam
I be so
damn ill, till I'm an old man
STOP! Ya makin it hot when yall move
STAGG!
I bleach the top cause I choose
BRUISE! Tracks like the cat, Lang
Hughes
IN FACT! I'm nice with the rap, can't
lose

[Chorus]

[Vice Verse]
Rock your body, mic
check 1, 2
DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove
Bump it louder so the
crowd wanna move - like Ohhh, Ohhh