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Funkmaster Flex - Rockin it lyrics
[Funkmaster Flex]
 Now! We're gonna do it Lil' Kim Style
 Shout to Hillary, D-Roc, Brooklyn, Lil' Cease, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
 [Lil' Kim]
 Yeah, uh
 You put your bliss in
 I put my wrist in, what's missing?
 I'm talking to you, cuz when I shine, I glisten
 Sure picked a fine time not to listen
 Now you fucked up, without a pot to piss in
 Is it me, or is the rap game different?
 Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
 Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too persistent (uh huh)
 And I won't drown, I'm water-resistant
 Mmmm, Think about when you say my name
 This female rapper got a knuckle game
 I leave you all out of commission (uh huh)
 Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh)
 Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewer
 Black and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
 C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
 I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
 Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
 You soft like suede, I'm sharp as a blade
 This ain't a phase, it's the way I was raised
 And I'm still gon' blaze when I'm old and grey, c'mon
CHORUS:
 Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
 Rockin, 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 it
 Rockin, 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-yeah
 It's QB y'all, sweet and petit
 About five feet with the oversized heat (what)
 I've got the right shoes, you've got two left feet
 One's incomplete, tryna make ends meet
 Before the album drop, you want a sneak peak
 You're on the wrong block, this a one-way street
 Hundred grand petty cash in the hotel suite
 Move your feet, lose your seat, shall I repeat
 When the LaLa hits my eyes, red as a beet
 Niggas hungry? I got something to eat
 Open your mouth, swallow the skeet
 Mmm Ahh.. Bon Appetit
 Can you keep an errection?
 Cuz Kim got love and affection
 Let me shoot it off in your direction
 Only if you pass the inspection, the basslineFunkmaster Flex - Rockin it - http://motolyrics.com/funkmaster-flex/rockin-it-lyrics.html
 Meet me in the mezzanine
 Matter of fact, hop up in my limousine
 You can trick or treat, like it's Halloween
 In my Lambourghini, with the green, high beams, squeaky clean
 The way I gargle like it's Listerine
 Just be messing up my Maybelline
 So stick it in me like a vaccine
 Then I can come clean, like hygiene, in a pocket full of dreams, uh!
CHORUS:
 Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
 Rockin, 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 it
 Rockin, 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-yeah
 Now to the haters, the fake-ass Dons and Donettes
 I smack you hoes in the face with two techs
 You can be a redhead, blonde or brunette
 I ain't tryin to catch rec, I just want respect
 What the heck, I go to the bank with two cheques
 Yours and mine, when it's time to pay debts
 Finally, I can put all this mess to rest
 And I'm glad I got this bullshit off my chest
 And we can still go toe to toe, blow for blow
 Take it to the screen, like Joe Piscapo
 Go to award shows, lock down the first rows
 Our ice keep us froze like Eskimos
 We rock coliseums, submarines
 Infrared beams with the tank machines
 So hate all you want, radio gon' knock it
 We locked in a pocket, and I'mma keep rockin
CHORUS:
 Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
 Rockin, 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 it
 Rockin, 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-yeah
 Rockin, We don't stop, Til it's hot, Whatchu say
 Rockin, We don't stop, We keep it hot, Y-y-y-yeah
 [Funkmaster Flex]
 Yeah.. It's going down, Queen Bee!









