Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock Me , by - AZ. Song from the album Hey AZ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.06.1997
Record label: Cooltempo, EMI
Song language: English
Rock Me |
| It’s a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one |
| The crew won, out of formilli, feel I’m due one |
| Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight |
| Holy mics, bein guarded -- by Jehovah’s light |
| Jewels drapin, in a Coupe slidin cruise tape in |
| For my troops I was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah) |
| Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned |
| Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn |
| I play this life, homey besides on the status |
| Either play it right, or then vibe until the madness |
| Monopolize, position wise watch the rise |
| It’s prophesized, see the two and drop fives |
| Chorus: Jermaine Dupri |
| Erybody hands up, AZ and JD |
| Whole club get it krunk, the drinks is on me |
| I keep the dancefloor lit, ladies shakin they hips |
| Spendin all the chips makin nuttin but hits, what? |
| (A, Z, play my song |
| Rock me all night long, rock me all night long) |
| Salute me, rock silk and linen over Gucci’s |
| Iced out, platinum Roley -- with the rubies |
| Baby uzis, Perrier make me woozy |
| Sweet jacuzzi, it’s live my life like a movie |
| Connect doe, pimped off the Henny X-O |
| Sex slow, *fuck* on Chanel velcro (ha ha ha) |
| Visualize that, bought a sailboat, try and buy that |
| Besides that, hustle forever -- never sidetracked |
| Sightseein, pretty ladies in the white B. M |
| Out of state plates invitin me in |
| Got my mind on this paper chase -- sorta strung |
| No longer gotta scrape the plate -- it’s more to come |
| Respect how these streets made me -- why play me |
| I’m half crazy — half Marines, half Navy |
| So who it be? |
| You or me, ten a key |
| Intensively, I know you players envy me |
| C’mon |
| Come mingle with the illest minds, of mankind |
| Taught to shine, built out of crew and crime |
| Respect squares, straight shots burn your chest hairs |
| Chancin black, wish I had less shares |
| It’s like a roller coaster, street life’ll comatose ya |
| Cologne’s kosher, a man’s own is through his culture |
| Trapped in the arms of Satan, congregatin |
| Conversatin, thoughts way beyond relation |
| It’s truth or deal, chose ones move sincere |
| Keep the youth aware, Supreme Court -- the proof is here |
| Ha ha, now everybody in the house just |
| Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands |
| Uh, stomp your feet, uh-uh-uh, stomp your feet |
| Just, clap your hands, uh-huh, clap your hands |
| Uh, stomp your feet… AZ and J. D |