Heather B. - Steady Rockin' lyrics

[Chorus: Twyla] Gonna rock you all night and it feels so tight Steady Rockin' till the morninglight DJ's spinnin' all that song till morn' Steady Rockin', ohohoh [Verse 1: Heather B] So you wanna be popular, listen carefully Examen me, you'll find that I'm more than a co*karoach Strictly hip-hop with a, attitude that tells where I got to You break fool, I get the pop in ya Heather B watchin' ya His mind won't fool me, words don't move me Your actions will account for ya Basically I'm tellin' ya, cross me and I swell in ya The chiropractor gon' be the only one feelin' ya I'm bossy, not flossy, I do what I do, do you? Why you care what it cost me My pa** won't hount me, see I don't care I put it all out there, so y'all n***as can't stop me Yo bug me out, tryin' thug to me out Put your long team together tryin' to love me out But I will put it to you plain Game recognize game, I told the last n***a to bounce And I suggest you do the same [Chorus] [Verse 2: Heather B] Don't compare me with nobody, we ain't one and the same They think about it, but I spits that thang I'm a one woman army I gotta be careful who I collab with, I got a rep to maintain Back the f** up, pardon me You lookin' for fame and rolls for play but I truly raise I'm the queen of us and there's only one higher I won't stop rockin', till I retire You askin' me if I want it, my temperature's bubblin' Don't make me come see him for something Tryin' to clown, walk around frontin' Gangster this, gangster that till he got pa**ed Now we gotta run, and then you switch your pit And turn straight, b*atch! Beggin' me not to a breath word of it But I'ma tell how you livin' how your style get different You be careful what you ask for cause you just might give in [Chorus] [Verse 3: Heather B] My codename should be Fatal, my style is fatal Quick to fade you if I have to face you I don't know who you pray to, for they can run that made you You lose cause nobody else could save you Your crew don't make you, if that crew Get hungrier than you do that same crew gon' hate you It's me they relate to, lets get all the paper So we ain't gotta be stressed till later I can even make it racial, put it in black and white The dough ain't right, got the right to the facial A lot of y'all cradle, wet behind the ears Followin' peers get hooked in you mama's label But hey I don't blame you, this game is for big girls and big guys Got no time to change you, but look here's what I can sum it all up If you with me than you with me, if not shut the f** up [Chorus] [Outro: Heather B] This goes out to my Jersey crew Yeah yeah no doubt This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Brooklyn one time This goes out to my Uptown crew Uptown baby, Uptown baby This goes out to my BX crew