Lil Keke, Devin The Dude - Body Rock Wit Me lyrics

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 niggas 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

(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

And that's the only way to do it round here
Is to have fun
Some niggas got drank some got sweets
Some have blunts
And yep I'm one of the ones
My lungs hold tons of weed
Smoking with niggas 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

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
We like to say