Pete Rock, Little Brother - Give It to Ya lyrics

The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you

1, 2 it's like this little Brother pete Rock
Another sure shot, another banger
Soul Survivor, Part 2
For me and you, lets get it

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby

Master of ceremony, controlled territory
It's 'Te, the mad journalist always tryna
Write a better story
And laying tracks cause it's better for me
Calm but predatory
Son niggas even when the weather's stormy
My crew is down to do whatever for me
Got my back like scoliosis
When I'm handling mine
Find it hard though to manage my time
Between the gaming and rhymes
Without severing my family ties
But yo! That's what happens when
The world is loving you
Groupies skipping pills with ill
Plans of fucking you
A high price for fame that is non-refundable
All in the hopes of one day
Coming out with a "W"
I know it sound crazy right?
Even though it's hard sometimes I still
Got to stay in the mix
It's Pete Rock on the snare
Drums and laying the kicks
And on the real I wouldn't trade it for shit
Let's get it up right now, come on

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby

I got the magna rocks still
Heating up the spot
PR and LB got that shit for blocks
HIP-HOP when we walk, HIP-HOP when we talk
You can hear it our slang
And see the New York
We bought back '94 when the music was pure
Everybody made jams '93 and before
Hearing "Illmatic" first on the
Trip to the store
Lost my mind but I knew it was
That we had to work toward
Forwardon we move now, my life is the roof
Putting the pen to the pad when
It's time to spread news
Daily digesting some more wack shit
Motherfuckers better stick to the script
We need you back Jay
Y'all dudes know now we not for play
You want it funky come around my way
(for real)
You can choose to rock or choose to roll
I chose Pete cause he got the soul
(yea let's get it going y'all)

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby

You at war with the King Cobra
Rapper Pooh, Ill Cap-i tan
Never roll a foot soldier
We push over you pushovers
Lil pussies need to douche over
Mass and Gil Scott Heron will
Make em' gush over pussy and poetry
Two things that's good for ya
We rock hard just like the hood told us
That fake shit I never could show you
We ought to keep it true and authentic
In they videos trying to walk wit it
LB put the street talk in it
From right now till the day
That we forfeit it
Just making sure that y'all get it in
Time to put my heart in it
Little Brother crushing all gimmicks
Like what!

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby