Lirik Lagu Rock The Body - Queen Pen & Tracey Lee
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(Tracey Lee):Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFor the ‘98 this is how we doQueen Pen y’all, Tray Lee y’allRock on y’all, D-dot y’allCome on
(Queen Pen):For all the honeys in the ghettoThat’s holdin’ there ownRock the body(Tracey Lee):For all my puffed outDogs in the club thugged outRock the body(Queen Pen):And if you know that it’s a factThat we got your backRock the body(Tracey Lee):Ain’t no doubtQueen and Tray Lee turn it outRock the body
:(Tracey Lee):Lyrically I spray y’all, it’s Tray y’allSlay y’all niggaz it ain’t hard to face meBreak y’all niggaz like A.C.Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on meKill or be killed, I’m God-sentMy calling making shit bounce like SpauldingY’all know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuegoIts T. Lee spitting and I’m down with the Queen
(Queen Pen):Radio play just really advances my chancesWith big time niggaz holdin’ legal financesGhetto star just about the whole of my lifeGot eyes in the back of my head like miceWith ya chat bat boy, I lived itI figure you just wake up in the morningAnd blamed it on a nigga, you’s the type of niggaI leave standing at the barHave your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrowIt’s them lame chicks that fuck it up for usRunnin’ around the club being a bag of dartsA bonafide child I got years in thisHolding down fort, real Brooklyn shitWeed rolled in fry talon dreads was richAin’t nothing changed since ‘86We stopped transportin’, start making hitsGhetto from the start, Queen represent
(Queen Pen):For all the honeys in the ghettoThat’s holdin’ there ownRock the body, rock the body, rock(Tracey Lee):For all my puffed outDogs in the club thugged outRock the body, rock the body, rock(Queen Pen):And if you know that it’s a factThat we got your backRock the body, rock the body, rock(Tracey Lee):Ain’t no doubtQueen and Tray Lee turn it outRock the body, rock the body, rock
(Queen Pen):Niggaz talk shit on the regularAnd those be the one’s that’s sweatin’ y’allWhether east or west D servin’ yaTray Lee and the Queen Pen murdererIf it’s not real boo then why botherTell me why windows shot wit bags of copperJack yo ass up like my baby fatherI said jack your ass up like my baby father
(Tracey Lee):When Tray Lee come through it’s party timeBut a party ain’t a party till you spark a dimeY’all can hate but I’m a still make ass shakeStill got the steel by the waist runnin’ through y’allMe and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin’I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to break evenRNF niggaz who live for the weekendStill drinkin’, hey still leaving the club with hoesThey seen us on KeenanYou dealin’ with pros, goddamnFuture of the game turning cats into “what happen to’s”Like Brains, Tray ain’t changeStill spit on, still ride everything that I get onStill be in the club with Timbs onRaw dog forever, I got something for all y’allWhatever
(Repeat Chorus 2 til end)
(Queen Pen):For all the honeys in the ghettoThat’s holdin’ there ownRock the body(Tracey Lee):For all my puffed outDogs in the club thugged outRock the body(Queen Pen):And if you know that it’s a factThat we got your backRock the body(Tracey Lee):Ain’t no doubtQueen and Tray Lee turn it outRock the body
:(Tracey Lee):Lyrically I spray y’all, it’s Tray y’allSlay y’all niggaz it ain’t hard to face meBreak y’all niggaz like A.C.Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on meKill or be killed, I’m God-sentMy calling making shit bounce like SpauldingY’all know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuegoIts T. Lee spitting and I’m down with the Queen
(Queen Pen):Radio play just really advances my chancesWith big time niggaz holdin’ legal financesGhetto star just about the whole of my lifeGot eyes in the back of my head like miceWith ya chat bat boy, I lived itI figure you just wake up in the morningAnd blamed it on a nigga, you’s the type of niggaI leave standing at the barHave your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrowIt’s them lame chicks that fuck it up for usRunnin’ around the club being a bag of dartsA bonafide child I got years in thisHolding down fort, real Brooklyn shitWeed rolled in fry talon dreads was richAin’t nothing changed since ‘86We stopped transportin’, start making hitsGhetto from the start, Queen represent
(Queen Pen):For all the honeys in the ghettoThat’s holdin’ there ownRock the body, rock the body, rock(Tracey Lee):For all my puffed outDogs in the club thugged outRock the body, rock the body, rock(Queen Pen):And if you know that it’s a factThat we got your backRock the body, rock the body, rock(Tracey Lee):Ain’t no doubtQueen and Tray Lee turn it outRock the body, rock the body, rock
(Queen Pen):Niggaz talk shit on the regularAnd those be the one’s that’s sweatin’ y’allWhether east or west D servin’ yaTray Lee and the Queen Pen murdererIf it’s not real boo then why botherTell me why windows shot wit bags of copperJack yo ass up like my baby fatherI said jack your ass up like my baby father
(Tracey Lee):When Tray Lee come through it’s party timeBut a party ain’t a party till you spark a dimeY’all can hate but I’m a still make ass shakeStill got the steel by the waist runnin’ through y’allMe and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin’I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to break evenRNF niggaz who live for the weekendStill drinkin’, hey still leaving the club with hoesThey seen us on KeenanYou dealin’ with pros, goddamnFuture of the game turning cats into “what happen to’s”Like Brains, Tray ain’t changeStill spit on, still ride everything that I get onStill be in the club with Timbs onRaw dog forever, I got something for all y’allWhatever
(Repeat Chorus 2 til end)
