Lil Keke: Body rock wit me

[Lil' Keke]Body rock or start rocking, if you rocking it nowTell the DJ start mixing, if he chopping it nowLook at me, I'm so fresh so cleanDigital TV screen, got me lighting up the sceneLook at me, I'm steady running with G'sRolling on them 21's, 22's and 3'sWe got the drank the dro, plus the alcoholFor my people who be ready to ball, come onLet's hit the flo' and let it go, 'fore I start the showGet your back up off the wall, come onStart club hopping, in the city where it's poppingA lot of bodies rocking, a lot of women flockingTrying to kick it, they rolling with the niggaz with the ticketsI make my cash flow, jump up a whole digitLook at me, I graduated a GNow put your hands in the air, so the crowd can see[Hook](you feeling good), then body rock with meGo on represent your hood, and body rock with meAll the independent women, come and rock with meGet your hands up high, so the crowd can see(you feeling good), then body rock with meComing straight up off the streets, it ain't no stopping Ke'Real G's, body rock with mePut your sets in the air, so the crowd can see[Devin the Dude]And that's the only way to do it round here, is to have funSome niggaz got drank some got sweets, some have bluntsAnd yep I'm one of the ones, my lungs hold tons of weedSmoking with niggaz like Snoop, Ke', Bun BYukmouth, D'Angelo there's more on the menuI can keep naming people, but I'm not fin toCause I'm here to have a good time, body rockI'll probably hop out on the flo', just to let you hoes knowThat I can go way back, cabbage patch bitch whatI bust a windmill, backspin then get upStart body rocking again, side to side hop and spinThat move didn't get no pussy from you, but it got your friendOut here dancing, with her hands in the airWaving em, like she just don't careYeah letting the crowd see, letting herself be freeLetting her body rock, with me[Hook][Lil' Keke]Here comes the go-getter, yeah the quick lick hitterThe dope rhyme spitter, you wanna take a pictureLet me hit ya, sky page two way styleI'm a gangsta, that's trying to keep a low profileWith a pen and a paper, trying to pull a caperMe and Mr. Lee, and a nice big plate ofBeats, so we keep on crushing the streetsLaid up in some'ing lovely, in a first class suiteTrying to smoke a fat sack, body rock and all thatAlert the Nextel walkie talkie, get right backI give it to em, and at the same time do emI mix em slow em down, so that means I'm trying to screw emSo it's lights out, baby what you tal'n boutBout to turn out the party, get it crunk no doubtAll the independent women, go on shake it to deathGet your hands in the sky, if you feeling yourself uh(*talking*)You feeling good, say man check it outDown here in Texas, well better yet the Dirty SouthWe like to say