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Royce Da 5'9'
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Rock That
[Chorus x2] I, can't, feel you; I want you to (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro...)
[Royce Da 5'9'] 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, n*gga I can't hear you (hello?)
[Kid Vishis] Put up your hands, show me the real you If you don't put your hands up, I'ma kill you I'm the shit fool, it's the king prince too I'm the next shit from the I'm Da Shit crew, ooh
[Royce Da 5'9'] N*gga get cool, 'You're my boy Blue! Blue, you're my boy!' I'll Chicago, Illinois you
[Kid Vishis] N*gga we'll destroy you It's a motherf*ckin' wrap when it come to that heat like aluminum foil
[Chorus x2] I, can't, feel you; I want you to (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro...)
[Royce Da 5'9'] 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
[Kid Vishis] Let's try this shit 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
[Royce Da 5'9'] Six shots the biscuit Smackin' on his back like I'm burpin' a infant Then n*gga put up your hands, show me the real you Put money on your head and then I'ma bill you Take it out yo ass in hell, I'm on a ratchet trail And you about to see the gat derail!
[Chorus x2] I, can't, feel you; I want you to (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro...)
[Kid Vishis] Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols Missiles'll hit your tissues sizzle 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
[Royce Da 5'9'] 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 shit fool! Ooh!
[Kid Vishis] Put the clip to a actor, cut! You motherf*ckers up when it's action, n*gga what? We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya Black mac blap, n*ggaz back snap backwards Ooh!
[Royce Da 5'9'] Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atlas Fear n*ggas should fear, on point like a cactus You probably need to practice, that's it, backflip Word blacksmith, herb active dope!
[Chorus x2] I, can't, feel you; I want you to (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Rock that) shit (rock that) shit (Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro...)
Ooh!
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