Crooked I - And The Beat Rocks On lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sir Aah] And the beat rocks on She ain't had a feeling like this In so long. She never had a love So strong. Other dudes came, but They did her so wrong. But they gone I'm finna get on, and when I get on I'mma give her my all. "Sir Aah!" I wonder what she moan for Don't swim, but I can do the breast crawl Let's go, I'm thinking about Carribbean And my money long like hair that's Indian Slum dog, about to make a Bentley and The beats rock on, I know you be feeling it Come hit me and she got a big wardrobe Suitcases, she got em by the boatload Bootleg, she got em on the low and the Beats rock on in the home of the go-go [Hook] And the beat rocks on Get f**ed with your Reeboks on And the beat rocks on She ain't had a feeling like this in so long The beat rocks on Cause she never had a man that's so strong [Verse 2 - Royce da 5'9''] And the beat rocks on You couldn't walk in my shoes With 3 socks on. Ha! Sitting on grain, getting my treetop on Fully-loading pistol whistling like a teapot Uh! No T's on it if ? I'm giving orders like I'm hanging In the drive-thru, you know how I do I'm like a Moonwalking Mike Jackson I'm entertaining when I slide through I keep the iron where my waist at I keep my eye ? on the face tag Trying to fine rhymes is like trying To find hair from the top of the head of A giant in a haystack. Shallow grave Body placemat. You draw that, I'll erase that It's called "My Bach" not "Maybach" A lot of n***as be wyling, but mama they wack [Hook] And the beat rocks on Get f**ed with your Reeboks on And the beat rocks on She ain't had a feeling like this in so long The beat rocks on Cause she never had a man that's so strong [Verse 3 - Crooked I] Short hair, don't care. Platinum Patron The cologne I'm gonna wear And I'm walking on air, oh There she go over there, so rare Oh yeah, a dude gonna stare. No she Can't hide under that high hat Her face fine, and her waistline Is the ba**line. She'll be gone In 3 1/2 minutes when I finish So I won't waste time, give her 16 straight lines. Comments? I got em I'll write her poetry if she let me Feel that 808 bottom Bending it over, now getting it on Is that a snare? Or is her bed hitting the wall? Go live and her n***a's gonna call Surround sound speakers? Yeah, I'm blaming y'all Baby don't scream when I'm deep up in it Her heart beating at 113 beats per minute [Hook] And the beat rocks on Get f**ed with your Reeboks on And the beat rocks on She ain't had a feeling like this in so long The beat rocks on Cause she never had a man that's so strong