| Body rock or start rocking, if you rocking it now
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| Tell the DJ start mixing, if he chopping it now
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| Look at me, I’m so fresh so clean
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| Digital TV screen, got me lighting up the scene
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| Look at me, I’m steady running with G’s
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| Rolling on them 21's, 22's and 3's
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| We got the drank the dro, plus the alcohol
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| For my people who be ready to ball, come on
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| Let’s hit the flo' and let it go, 'fore I start the show
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| Get your back up off the wall, come on
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| Start club hopping, in the city where it’s popping
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| A lot of bodies rocking, a lot of women flocking
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| Trying to kick it, they rolling with the niggaz with the tickets
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| I make my cash flow, jump up a whole digit
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| Look at me, I graduated a G
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| Now put your hands in the air, so the crowd can see
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| (you feeling good), then body rock with me
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| Go on represent your hood, and body rock with me
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| All the independent women, come and rock with me
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| Get your hands up high, so the crowd can see
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| (you feeling good), then body rock with me
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| Coming straight up off the streets, it ain’t no stopping Ke'
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| Real G’s, body rock with me
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| Put your sets in the air, so the crowd can see
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| And that’s the only way to do it round here, is to have fun
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| Some niggaz got drank some got sweets, some have blunts
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| And yep I’m one of the ones, my lungs hold tons of weed
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| Smoking with niggaz like Snoop, Ke', Bun B
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| Yukmouth, D’Angelo there’s more on the menu
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| I can keep naming people, but I’m not fin to
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| Cause I’m here to have a good time, body rock
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| I’ll probably hop out on the flo', just to let you hoes know
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| That I can go way back, cabbage patch bitch what
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| I bust a windmill, backspin then get up
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| Start body rocking again, side to side hop and spin
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| That move didn’t get no pussy from you, but it got your friend
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| Out here dancing, with her hands in the air
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| Waving em, like she just don’t care
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| Yeah letting the crowd see, letting herself be free
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| Letting her body rock, with me
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| Here comes the go-getter, yeah the quick lick hitter
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| The dope rhyme spitter, you wanna take a picture
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| Let me hit ya, sky page two way style
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| I’m a gangsta, that’s trying to keep a low profile
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| With a pen and a paper, trying to pull a caper
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| Me and Mr. Lee, and a nice big plate of
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| Beats, so we keep on crushing the streets
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| Laid up in some’ing lovely, in a first class suite
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| Trying to smoke a fat sack, body rock and all that
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| Alert the Nextel walkie talkie, get right back
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| I give it to em, and at the same time do em
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| I mix em slow em down, so that means I’m trying to screw em
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| So it’s lights out, baby what you tal’n bout
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| Bout to turn out the party, get it crunk no doubt
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| All the independent women, go on shake it to death
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| Get your hands in the sky, if you feeling yourself uh
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| You feeling good, say man check it out
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| Down here in Texas, well better yet the Dirty South
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| We like to say |