Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Y'All Spot, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 24.09.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rock Y'All Spot |
| Haha, heh, last time for the mobsta |
| Get up in here and do our thang, heh |
| That’s how we gon' do |
| Hahahaha |
| Get down to the club |
| Chokin' on sticky and everything was loved, oh yeah |
| Look here now |
| Then on came the lights, hey |
| All the niggas and bitches in the party was feelin' high |
| Liffy Stokes bring it |
| Tonight’s gon' be the bomb, it’s warm and calm |
| I got to take this cool in my arm with an ounce in my palm |
| I done took the bottle with Don, and I’m back for sure |
| Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo |
| With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door |
| With too much M to the O from rushin' the dance floor |
| Mob style runnin' wild through every section and aisle |
| Drinkin' River, pissy now, collectin' numbers to dial |
| Talkin' loud, flash the cheese just for the haters and keys |
| That try to catch me sooner so they can cease without the cheese |
| Through mobstability, y’all be killin' me |
| With that weak shit, a nigga just came to party |
| With my guys and women probably pitchin' couple of innings |
| Break 'em down through my winnings and come out to drink winnin' |
| With my paper and ladies on the E doin' about eighty |
| Tryin' to get to the (?) so that freaky bitch can lay me |
| When the mobstas rock y’all spot |
| Watch all the niggas and bitches start dancin' |
| Big ballers wave y’all knots |
| 'Cause y’all the ones playa haters can’t stand with |
| The mobstas rock y’all spot |
| Watch all the niggas and bitches start dancin' |
| Big ballers wave y’all knots |
| 'Cause y’all the ones playa haters can’t stand with |
| I’m bendin' curves through the gym straight smokin' and drinkin' |
| Westside, mob style, and the mink and the lickin' |
| Trippin' on the cutie that’s winkin' |
| 'Cause she know we got the shit that rocks her block |
| And put the boom in your box and make your speakers pop |
| So I take this as my cue to make sure shorty don’t snooze |
| The mobsta’s rockin' tonight at the House of Blues |
| With some mo and some crews and now she lookin' in dues |
| Talkin' about bringin' our homies and puttin' on dancin' shoes |
| It’s like that y’all, let your paper stack tall |
| So when you hit the club you can ball and get some numbers to call |
| Don’t worry about the playa haters leanin' on the wall |
| Because when they get the gold and start to ball |
| They gonna have to fight us all to the end |
| Playas get a glass and a set of twins |
| In different clothes so they can be a thug’s extend |
| 'Cause when this party ends another begins it don’t stop |
| So flash your knot and beep me at my guy’s red shop |
| Hey hey, oh suki-suki now, look here now, what’s cookin' now |
| Shook it shook it, child, shake it down, let’s boogie now |
| From the hood and I be the chief, feelin' good as taters and waiters |
| With playas with the ladies pullin' up in big-ridin' Mercedes |
| This party gon' fade me, smokin' with the brokes and the brothers |
| Cherry gators, yo dawg, this pocket’s full hundreds and rollers |
| I’m kickin' it out with tippin' dippin' off from the laws |
| In the glance of an eye with drawers, while they hustlin' just to ball |
| (?) so I bought a drink, sport a link, recall the mink |
| Hoe figure she was pretty and think maybe I ought to wink |
| And she takes a glance, party’a boomin' so maybe I got a chance |
| This cutie got too much booty and I asked her to dance |
| Flippin' 50s in my hand, champagne all up in my face |
| Takin' pictures, (?) close 'em all bitches' probably in the place |
| Straight po pimpin', I’m trippin' (?) it’s the weekend |
| Steady quickin', take a pimpin' and pay the scraps for sneakin' |
| 'Cause when the… |
| Throw it up, are you a true money maker |
| Throw it up, 'cause you a big time playa |