Royce Da 5'9" — Rock That lyrics

Lyrics

OOHH! — Nigga get cool. — «You're my boy, Blue!
Blue, you’re my boy! «I'll Chicago, Illinois you!
Nigga we’ll destroy you!
It’s a motherf**kin' wrap, when it come to that heat like aluminum foil!
Idolize-'em, not-a-lot-of-'em,
Body-by-them-there's-a-bottle by the fags, she-should-try-to-follow the man
With-the-rocks, rocky-as-Colorado standin' on top
Of them; toppin' top the opposition,
I-ain't-quittin'-'til-Vishis-in-my-position
I-drop-this-apocalyptic, you-gotta-be-optimistic; I’m hot, hot, hot, hot!
Let’s try this shit again! (again!)
Vishis the prince, the topic of the spit this cop nowhere near it,
I’m in a win-win position. (yes!) — Could send killers to knock-knock;
who is it? (OOHH!)
Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit. (yes) — No henchmen!
Six shots the biscuit! (BLOW!)
Smackin' on his back like I’m burpin a infant! (boom!)
Then nigga put up your hands, show me the real you,
Put money on your head and then I’m a bill YOU.
Take it out yo' ass in hell; I’m on a ratchet trail
And you about to see the Gat derail! — BRAAAT!
OOHH! — Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols;
Missiles’ll hit your tissue sizzle show you and STAY
Like Mystikal! — Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch
You tryna scrap to cover up — the fact you CAN’T RAP!
I — can’t — feel you; I want you to Glock that, pop that, shock that!
Down to click twooo’s. — I'm a spit truuee!
Dominant creeew. — I'm the SHIT, fooool! — OOHH!
Put the clip to a actor — CUT!
You motherf**kers up when it’s action, nigga what?!
We don’t fight rappers. — We write back at ya;
Black Mack, BLAP! Niggaz back snap backwards. — Ooh!
Actors, act puss'. — Blow 'em off the atmos-…
… -Fear niggaz should fear on point like a cactus.
You pro’bly need to practice. — That's it! — Backflip!
Word blacksmith! — Herb active, — DOPE!