Lil Keke - Body Rock Wit Me lyrics

[Lil' Keke] Body rock or start rocking, if you rocking it now Tell the DJ start mixing, if he chopping it now Look at me, I'm so fresh so clean Digital TV screen, got me lighting up the scene Look at me, I'm steady running with G's Rolling on them 21's, 22's and 3's We got the drank the dro, plus the alcohol For my people who be ready to ball, come on Let's hit the flo' and let it go, 'fore I start the show Get your back up off the wall, come on Start club hopping, in the city where it's popping A lot of bodies rocking, a lot of women flocking Trying to kick it, they rolling with the n***as with the tickets I make my cash flow, jump up a whole digit Look at me, I graduated a G Now put your hands in the air, so the crowd can see [Hook] (you feeling good), then body rock with me Go on represent your hood, and body rock with me All the independent women, come and rock with me Get your hands up high, so the crowd can see (you feeling good), then body rock with me Coming straight up off the streets, it ain't no stopping Ke' Real G's, body rock with me Put your sets in the air, so the crowd can see [Devin the Dude] And that's the only way to do it round here, is to have fun Some n***as got drank some got sweets, some have blunts And yep I'm one of the ones, my lungs hold tons of weed Smoking with n***as like Snoop, Ke', Bun B Yukmouth, D'Angelo there's more on the menu I can keep naming people, but I'm not fin to Cause I'm here to have a good time, body rock I'll probably hop out on the flo', just to let you hoes know That I can go way back, cabbage patch b**h what I bust a windmill, backspin then get up Start body rocking again, side to side hop and spin That move didn't get no p**y from you, but it got your friend Out here dancing, with her hands in the air Waving em, like she just don't care Yeah letting the crowd see, letting herself be free Letting her body rock, with me [Hook] [Lil' Keke] Here comes the go-getter, yeah the quick lick hitter The dope rhyme spitter, you wanna take a picture Let me hit ya, sky page two way style I'm a gangsta, that's trying to keep a low profile With a pen and a paper, trying to pull a caper Me and Mr. Lee, and a nice big plate of Beats, so we keep on crushing the streets Laid up in some'ing lovely, in a first cla** suite Trying to smoke a fat sack, body rock and all that Alert the Nextel walkie talkie, get right back I give it to em, and at the same time do em I mix em slow em down, so that means I'm trying to screw em So it's lights out, baby what you tal'n bout Bout to turn out the party, get it crunk no doubt All the independent women, go on shake it to d**h Get your hands in the sky, if you feeling yourself uh (*talking*) You feeling good, say man check it out Down here in Texas, well better yet the Dirty South We like to say