Lyrics Rock Wit It (Clean) - ROMEO, Los, Master P

Rock Wit It (Clean)

You in the club
Then rock wit it You a thug
Then rock wit it Kids on the street gon
Then rock wit it Me and my boys gon
Then rock wit it Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Not I’m from the A but I’m leaning and rocking wit it From New Orleans were them thugs be cockin in it And the chain hang low like an anchor in it Even presidents bounce just ask the Clinton’s
Now I’m trying to one of them girls buys them hits
One of those girls who li-li-li-lives there
I’m a star I ain’t going no where
Straight form up-town throw them hoods in the air
I got the whole world rocking ask Paris
I’m the bomb but I’m far from a terrorist
Gutta music on the grill and the necklace
From NY to Texas
Rock, rock, rock wit this
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)
Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)
Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)
Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)
Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)
Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)
Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)
Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)
Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)
Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)
Got the club sold out
Got the hood sewed up Just called the big body
Benz Tell them hold up Lean wit it Rock wit it Go to the block wit it Put it on the triple beam
Don’t let the cops get it You start snitching don’t do that boy
I got youngsters on the team that’ll do that boy
From uptown where things get gritty
Don’t know major, got keys to the city
Man I’m a vet and y’all boys rookies
I could make a million dollars selling girl scout cookies
45 reasons why the DJ gon play it In the back of the club got all the thugs saying
Lean wit it Rock wit it Make them girls pop wit it Right to the left
Over them soldiers then drop wit it From Baton Rouge to Louisiana
From Mississippi to Alabama
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Laughing yet)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, (Memphis)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Oklahoma)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Florida)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Cali)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Georgia)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Virgina)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (From the clubs)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (From the clubs)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets)
P put me in the game told me do my thang
He throw the cash out I bring it back
They call me boomerang
I make em rock
I make em lean
But trust me I’m a boos
I got that click they can’t
Bean boy yous is not a fool
I’m C-Los boy
Gutta tell its over boy
Hold up boy
U better pledge allegiance take it slower boy
It’s G’s up rock wit it and holla gutta
I’m a animal I get it from my daddy and my mother
Still stopping up the block
Man they call me sick wit it If I hit the lick they whole click wit it Gutta music on the chain
I’m real to the game
I keep the thing cocking like the Black John Waine
I’m rocking, knock a hater off his feet
You know they play come form music in the streets
I’m a beast white tees, saints cap fitted, p.
millers on the wheel
Got the hood rocking wit me Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
Rock wit it, (The North side)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (East Side)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (The west Coast)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Down South)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Over Seas)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the clubs)
Rock wit it, Rock wit it,
(Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike,
Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike,
Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (Wat Up Sillk)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (Young Rome)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (The Prince of Rap)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (Gutta Music)
(We Here!)