Body Rock Wit Me

[Lil' Keke]

Body rock or start rocking, if you rocking it now

Tell the DJ start mixing, if he chopping it now

Look at me, I'm so fresh so clean

Digital TV screen, got me lighting up the scene

Look at me, I'm steady running with G's

Rolling on them 21's, 22's and 3's

We got the drank the dro, plus the alcohol

For my people who be ready to ball, come on

Let's hit the flo' and let it go, 'fore I start the show

Get your back up off the wall, come on

Start club hopping, in the city where it's popping

A lot of bodies rocking, a lot of women flocking

Trying to kick it, they rolling with the niggaz with the tickets

I make my cash flow, jump up a whole digit

Look at me, I graduated a G

Now put your hands in the air, so the crowd can see

[Hook]

(you feeling good), then body rock with me

Go on represent your hood, and body rock with me

All the independent women, come and rock with me

Get your hands up high, so the crowd can see

(you feeling good), then body rock with me

Coming straight up off the streets, it ain't no stopping Ke'

Real G's, body rock with me

Put your sets in the air, so the crowd can see

[Devin the Dude]

And that's the only way to do it round here, is to have fun

Some niggaz got drank some got sweets, some have blunts

And yep I'm one of the ones, my lungs hold tons of weed

Smoking with niggaz like Snoop, Ke', Bun B

Yukmouth, D'Angelo there's more on the menu

I can keep naming people, but I'm not fin to

Cause I'm here to have a good time, body rock

I'll probably hop out on the flo', just to let you hoes know

That I can go way back, cabbage patch bitch what

I bust a windmill, backspin then get up

Start body rocking again, side to side hop and spin

That move didn't get no pussy from you, but it got your friend

Out here dancing, with her hands in the air

Waving em, like she just don't care

Yeah letting the crowd see, letting herself be free

Letting her body rock, with me

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]

Here comes the go-getter, yeah the quick lick hitter

The dope rhyme spitter, you wanna take a picture

Let me hit ya, sky page two way style

I'm a gangsta, that's trying to keep a low profile

With a pen and a paper, trying to pull a caper

Me and Mr. Lee, and a nice big plate of

Beats, so we keep on crushing the streets

Laid up in some'ing lovely, in a first class suite

Trying to smoke a fat sack, body rock and all that

Alert the Nextel walkie talkie, get right back

I give it to em, and at the same time do em

I mix em slow em down, so that means I'm trying to screw em

So it's lights out, baby what you tal'n bout

Bout to turn out the party, get it crunk no doubt

All the independent women, go on shake it to death

Get your hands in the sky, if you feeling yourself uh

(*talking*)

You feeling good, say man check it out

Down here in Texas, well better yet the Dirty South

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