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Lyrics for Rock the Body by Queen Pen feat. Teddy Riley:
| | | Artist: | Queen Pen feat. Teddy Riley |
| | Album: | Hav Plenty soundtrack | | Track: | Rock the Body | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 192 | | | | Lyrics: | The password is party.
[T. Lee]
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the 98 this is
how we do
Queen Pen ya'll, T. Lee ya'll
Rock on ya'll, D-Dot ya'll
Come
On
Hook:
[Queen Pen]
For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own
(rock the body)
[T. Lee]
For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the
body)
[Queen Pen]
And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the
body)
[T. Lee]
Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the
body)
[Tracey Lee]
Lyrically i spray ya'll it's Tray ya'll
Slay ya'll niggas it
ain't hard to face me
Break ya'll niggas like A.C.
Stay armed in case these cats want to
hate on me
Kill or be killed I'm God sent
My callin' make shit bounce like
Spaulding
Ya'll know cuevo make Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spittin' and I'm down with
the Queen
[Queen Pen]
Radio play just really advances my chances
With big time
niggas holdin legal finances
Ghetto star just about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the
back of my head like mice
With ya chat bad boy, I lived it
I figure you just wake up in
the morning
And blame it on a nigga
You's the type of nigga
I leave standin' at the
bar
Have your thirsty ass waitin for my car tomorrow
It's them lame chicks that fuck it up
for us
Runnin around the club bein a bag of darts
A bonafide child not like years in
diss
Holdin down fort real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry talon dreads swa
rich
Ain't nothin changed since '86
We stopped transportin' start makin hits
Ghetto
from the start Queen represent
Hook:
[Queen Pen]
For all the honeys in the
ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body)
[T. Lee]
For all my puffed out dogs in the
club thugged out (rock the body)
[Queen Pen]
And if ya know that it's a fact that we got
your back (rock the body)
[T. Lee]
Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the
body)
[Queen Pen]
Niggas talk shit on the regular
And those be the ones that
sweatin ya'll
Wether east or west D servin ya'll
Tray Lee and the Queen Pen
murderer
If it's not real boo, why bother
Tell me why window shop with bags of
copper
Jack yo ass up like my baby father
Jack yo ass up like my baby
father
[Tracey Lee]
When Tray Lee come through it's party time
But a party
ain't a party till you spark a dime
Ya'll can hate but i'm still gonna make ass
shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin through ya'll
Me and Queen Pen find us at
the bar schemin
I still owe dough
So who i gotta get to break even
RNF niggas who
live for the weekend
Stil drinkin, hey! stil leavin the club with hoes
They seen us on
Keenan
You dealin with pros, Goddamn
Future of the game turnin cats into "what happen
to's"
Like Brains, Tray ain't change
Still spit on, still ride everything that I get
on
Still be in the club with Tims on
Raw dog forever
I got somethin for all
ya'll
Whatever!
Hook:
[Queen Pen]
For all the honeys in the ghetto that's
holdin their own (rock the body)
[T. Lee]
For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged
out (rock the body)
[Queen Pen]
And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back
(rock the body)
[T. Lee]
Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the
body)
[T. Lee]
Hey! Well alright, uh-huh
It don't stop ya'll, B-rock
y'all
From Brooklyn to Philly
It's Queen Pen and T. Lee
Hook:
[Queen
Pen]
For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body)
[T.
Lee]
For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body)
[Queen
Pen]
And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the body)
[T.
Lee]
Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body)
Rock the body
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