Chorus

Roc ya body, mic check 1,2 cuz it aint a party until my crew run through

Shake somebody, show me watcha can do, like oooh oooh

Roc ya body, mic check 1,2 DJ spin the music back into the groove

Pump it up so the crowd wan' move, like oooh oooh

Verse 1

Check, now,

I blaze the illist, so much skillis,

impossible for u not to feel us

the Realist MC that chu ever met in ur life,

I'm tryin to see the work, put a lil sweat in ur life

And I got an idea, and it might sound silly

But I wanna roll ur body in a tight brown philly

Crack it, lick it up, seal it n tight, get a light

Cuz u know we gonna burn it all night

And I just might, double the ice on dent

So when u double the price, the advice ride in, c'mon

Chorus

Roc ya body, mic check 1,2 cuz it aint a party until my crew run through

Shake somebody, show me watcha can do, like oooh oooh

Roc ya body mic check 1,2 DJ spin the music back into the groove

Pump it up so the crowd wan' move, like oooh oooh

Verse 2

Like boom, I'll be at the hotel soon

We gon' put the lens on zoom, benz on vroom

As long as u got the right perfume

Aint no body checking out the telly till noon

U should get a sack tack, on the backbone

Stand back, I'm ill enough with tight sad songs

Honey stop breathing when I step in the room

And aint no body leaving when I set in the boom

Chorus

Roc ya body, mic check 1,2 cuz it aint a party until my crew run through

Shake somebody, show me watcha can do, like oooh oooh

Roc ya body mic check 1,2 DJ spin the music back into the groove

Pump it up so the crowd wan' move, like oooh oooh

I like it when u work for me, lemme see u do that boom boom

I like the way u work that for me

And if u wanna party baby we can get together boom boom

Cuz u know u make me so h____

And baby u a hottie when u get up on the floor and boom boom

Never wanted someone so badly

We can leave the club and get a telly get a room boom boom

leave the club, get a telly, get a room boom boom

(clapping) lets go (more clapping)

all my ladies, sing along, c'mon

we can party until the night is through

so baby tell me what chu wanna do

got the keys to the hotel room

u know I got my eyes on u

hands rubbin up and down the my thighs

staring at chu with my bedroom eyes

the way u lookin boy u so so fine

so we can get it on tonite

Verse 3

Yea, now, this rhyme is for the masters

Excused to use 2pac homes to teach classes yo

Try to follow when the turn tables spinnin

The sound is even loud in the crowd gettin up in it

U see me postin, the scene get frozen,

we sound dope when the words r composed and

dis boys break down so wit the slow jam

I be so d___ ill till I'm an old man

Stop, ya makin it hot when ya move

Stag, I reach the top cuz I choose

Grooves, cracks like a cat like u's

In fact the mics with the rap can't lose

Chorus

Roc ya body, mic check 1,2 cuz it aint a party until my crew run through

Shake somebody, show me watcha can do, like oooh oooh

Roc ya body, mic check 1,2 cuz it aint a party until my crew run through

Shake somebody, show me watcha can do, like oooh oooh

Roc ya body mic check 1,2 DJ spin the music back into the groove

Pump it up so the crowd wan' move, like oooh oooh

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