文本歌词

I can't feel you; I want you to 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO '
I can't feel you; I want you to 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO '
Ooh Put up your hands show me the real you
If you don't put your hands up then I'ma kill you
You ain't never been touched homie I can't feel you
I don't listen to threats ni**a I can't hear you (hello )
Put up your hands show me the real you
You don't put your hands up I'ma kill you
I'm the sh*t fool it's the king prince too
I'm the next sh*t from the I'm Da Sh*t crew ooh
Ni**a get cool 'You're my boy Blue
Blue you're my boy ' I'll Chicago Illinois you
Ni**a we'll destroy you
It's a motherf**kin wrap when it come to that heat like aluminum foil
I can't feel you; I want you to 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO '
Idolize 'em not a lot of 'em body by them
There's a bottle by the fags she should try to follow
The man with the rocks rocky as Colorado standin on top of them
Toppin top the opposition I ain't quittin 'til Vishis in my position
I drop this apocalyptic you got to be optimistic
I'm hot hot hot
Let's try this sh*t again
Vishis the prince the topic of the spit
This cop nowhere near it I'm in a win-win position (yes)
Could send killers to knock-knock (who is it )
Hard in pot fall by the end of the visit (yes)
No henchmen
Six shots the biscuit
Smackin on his back like I'm burpin a infant
Then ni**a put up your hands show me the real you
Put money on your head and then I'ma bill YOU
Take it out yo' a** in hell I'm on a ratchet trail
And you about to see the gat derail
I can't feel you; I want you to 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO '
Yeah Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols
Missiles'll hit your tissue
show you and STAY like Mystikal
Clip to whoever riddle my mental see you and scratch
You tryin to scrap to cover up the fact you can't rap
I can't feel you; I want you to 'ROCK THAT'
Glock that pop that shock that
Down to click twos I'ma spit true
Dominant crew I'm the SH*T fool
Ooh
Put the clip to a actor CUT
You motherf**kers up when it's action ni**a what
We don't fight rappers we write back at ya
Black mac blap niggaz back snap backwards
Ooh
Actors act puss blow 'em off the atlas
Fear niggaz should fear on point like a cactus
You probably need to practice that's it backflip
Word blacksmith herb active D**E
I can't feel you; I want you to 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'ROCK THAT' sh*t 'ROCK THAT' sh*t
'RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO '
Ooh