Lil Kim: Rockin' it

[Funkmaster Flex]Now! We're gonna do it Lil' Kim StyleShout to Hillary, D-Roc, Brooklyn, Lil' Cease, Junior M.A.F.I.A.[Lil' Kim]Yeah, uhYou put your bliss inI put my wrist in, what's missing?I'm talking to you, cuz when I shine, I glistenSure picked a fine time not to listenNow you fucked up, without a pot to piss inIs it me, or is the rap game different?Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distanceThinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too persistent (uh huh)And I won't drown, I'm water-resistantMmmm, Think about when you say my nameThis female rapper got a knuckle gameI leave you all out of commission (uh huh)Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh)Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewerBlack and blue-r, underneath horse manur-erC. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew herI'm good, like milk mixed with calughaIntimidated by the songs I made (why?!)You soft like suede, I'm sharp as a bladeThis ain't a phase, it's the way I was raisedAnd I'm still gon' blaze when I'm old and grey, c'monCHORUS:Rockin, Rockin, We keep itRockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!Rockin, Rockin, We keep itRockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeahIt's QB y'all, sweet and petitAbout five feet with the oversized heat (what)I've got the right shoes, you've got two left feetOne's incomplete, tryna make ends meetBefore the album drop, you want a sneak peakYou're on the wrong block, this a one-way streetHundred grand petty cash in the hotel suiteMove your feet, lose your seat, shall I repeatWhen the LaLa hits my eyes, red as a beetNiggas hungry? I got something to eatOpen your mouth, swallow the skeetMmm Ahh.. Bon AppetitCan you keep an errection?Cuz Kim got love and affectionLet me shoot it off in your directionOnly if you pass the inspection, the basslineMeet me in the mezzanineMatter of fact, hop up in my limousineYou can trick or treat, like it's HalloweenIn my Lambourghini, with the green, high beams, squeaky cleanThe way I gargle like it's ListerineJust be messing up my MaybellineSo stick it in me like a vaccineThen I can come clean, like hygiene, in a pocket full of dreams, uh!CHORUS:Rockin, Rockin, We keep itRockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!Rockin, Rockin, We keep itRockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeahNow to the haters, the fake-ass Dons and DonettesI smack you hoes in the face with two techsYou can be a redhead, blonde or brunetteI ain't tryin to catch rec, I just want respectWhat the heck, I go to the bank with two chequesYours and mine, when it's time to pay debtsFinally, I can put all this mess to restAnd I'm glad I got this bullshit off my chestAnd we can still go toe to toe, blow for blowTake it to the screen, like Joe PiscapoGo to award shows, lock down the first rowsOur ice keep us froze like EskimosWe rock coliseums, submarinesInfrared beams with the tank machinesSo hate all you want, radio gon' knock itWe locked in a pocket, and I'mma keep rockinCHORUS:Rockin, Rockin, We keep itRockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!Rockin, Rockin, We keep itRockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeahRockin, We don't stop, Til it's hot, Whatchu sayRockin, We don't stop, We keep it hot, Y-y-y-yeah[Funkmaster Flex]Yeah.. It's going down, Queen Bee!