Rock The Body Lyrics - Singles - Queen Pen

(Tracey Lee): 

Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

For the '98 this is how we do 

Queen Pen y'all, Tray Lee y'all 

Rock on y'all, D-dot y'all 

Come on 

(Queen Pen): 

For all the honeys in the ghetto 

That's holdin' there own 

Rock the body 

(Tracey Lee): 

For all my puffed out 

Dogs in the club thugged out 

Rock the body 

(Queen Pen): 

And if you know that it's a fact 

That we got your back 

Rock the body 

(Tracey Lee): 

Ain't no doubt 

Queen and Tray Lee turn it out 

Rock the body 

: 

(Tracey Lee): 

Lyrically I spray y'all, it's Tray y'all 

Slay y'all niggaz it ain't hard to face me 

Break y'all niggaz like A.C. 

Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me 

Kill or be killed, I'm God-sent 

My calling making shit bounce like Spaulding 

Y'all know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuego 

Its T. Lee spitting and I'm down with the Queen 

(Queen Pen): 

Radio play just really advances my chances 

With big time niggaz 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 bat boy, I lived it 

I figure you just wake up in the morning 

And blamed it on a nigga, you's the type of nigga 

I leave standing at the bar 

Have your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow 

It's them lame chicks that fuck it up for us 

Runnin' around the club being a bag of darts 

A bonafide child I got years in this 

Holding down fort, real Brooklyn shit 

Weed rolled in fry talon dreads was rich 

Ain't nothing changed since '86 

We stopped transportin', start making hits 

Ghetto from the start, Queen represent 

(Queen Pen): 

For all the honeys in the ghetto 

That's holdin' there own 

Rock the body, rock the body, rock 

(Tracey Lee): 

For all my puffed out 

Dogs in the club thugged out 

Rock the body, rock the body, rock 

(Queen Pen): 

And if you know that it's a fact 

That we got your back 

Rock the body, rock the body, rock 

(Tracey Lee): 

Ain't no doubt 

Queen and Tray Lee turn it out 

Rock the body, rock the body, rock 

(Queen Pen): 

Niggaz talk shit on the regular 

And those be the one's that's sweatin' y'all 

Whether east or west D servin' ya 

Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer 

If it's not real boo then why bother 

Tell me why windows shot wit bags of copper 

Jack yo ass up like my baby father 

I said jack your 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 

Y'all can hate but I'm a still make ass shake 

Still got the steel by the waist runnin' through y'all 

Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin' 

I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to break even 

RNF niggaz who live for the weekend 

Still drinkin', hey still leaving the club with hoes 

They seen us on Keenan 

You dealin' with pros, goddamn 

Future of the game turning 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 Timbs on 

Raw dog forever, I got something for all y'all 

Whatever 

(Repeat Chorus 2 til end)