*featuring Vice Verse
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[Chorus: Vice Verse]
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Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
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Becuase it ain't a party til my crew run through
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Shake some body, show me what you can do - like Ohhh, Ohhh
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Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
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DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove
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Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move - like Ohhh, Ohhh
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[Stagga Lee]
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Yo, I blaze the illest
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So much skill, its impossible for you not to feel us
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The realest, MC that you ever met in your life
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I'm tryna see you work
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Put a little sweat in your life
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I got an idea, and it might sound silly
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But I wanna roll your body in a tight brown Philly
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Crack it, lick it up, seal it, air tight
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Get a light, because you know we gonna burn it all night
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And I just might, double the ice on dental
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And if you double the price, Me and Vice rock in
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[Chorus]
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[Stagga Lee]
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Like BOOM! I be at the hotel soon
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We gonna put the lens on zoom, Benz on VROOOM!
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As long as you got the right perfume
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Aint no body checkin out the telly till noon
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You should get a Stag top, on the backbone
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Stag rap, I'm peelin off them tight Sassoon's
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Honeys stop breathin when I step in the room
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And ain't nobody leavin when I set it with the BOOM!
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[Chorus]
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[Vice Verse]
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I like it when you work it for me lady, see you do that BOOM! BOOM!
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I like the way you work that for me
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If you wanna party baby we can get together, BOOM! BOOM!
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Cuz you know you make me so horny
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Maybe you a hottie when you get up on the floor and BOOM! BOOM!
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Never wanted someone so badly
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We can leave the club, and hit the telly, get a room BOO-BOOM! BOOM!
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[Stagga Lee] Leave the club, get a telly, BOOM! BOOM! [claps]
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[Vice Verse] Let's go! All my ladies.. sing along, C'MON!
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[Maxine]
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We can party till the night is through
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So baby tell me what you wanna do
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Got the keys to the hotel room
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You know I got my eyes on you
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Hand bumpin up and down my thighs
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I'm starin at you with my bedroom eyes
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The way I'm lookin, boy your so, so fine
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So we can get it on tonight
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[Stagga Lee]
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Kid, now, this rhyme is for the masters
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In schools that use Tupac poems to teach classes
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Yo, try to follow when the turn table spinnin
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The sound is leakin out on the crowd, gettin up in it
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See me coastin, the scene gettin frozen
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He sound dope when, the words are composin
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D-Boys, break down, and flow like a slow jam
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I be so damn ill, till I'm an old man
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STOP! Ya makin it hot when yall move
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STAGG! I bleach the top cause I choose
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BRUISE! Tracks like the cat, Lang Hughes
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IN FACT! I'm nice with the rap, can't lose
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[Chorus]
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[Vice Verse]
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Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
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DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove
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Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move - like Ohhh, Ohhh
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Rock Your Body (Mic Check 1, 2)
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Stagga Lee |