Pete Rock - Give It To Ya lyrics

the joy of children laughing, these are the makings 1..2..its like this..Little Brother, Pete Rock, another sure shot, another banger soul survivor, Part 2 (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby (Little Brother) Master of ceremony Controlled territory It's tay, the mad journalist always trying to write a better story And laying tracks cause it's better for me Calm but predatory, sun n***az even when the weathers stormy My crew is down to do whatever for me Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine Find it hard though to manage my time Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties But yo! That's what happens when the world is loving you Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of f**ing you A high price for fame that is non-refundable All in the hopes of one day coming out with a double-u I know it sound crazy right? Even though it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix It's Pete Rock on the snair drums and laying the kicks And on the real I wouldn't trade it for sh** Let's get it up right now, come on (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby Little brother you controlling it now (verse two) I got the magna rocks Still heating up the spot P.R. and L.B. got that sh** for blocks HIP-HOP when we walk HIP-HOP when we talk You can hear it our slang, and see the New York We bought back 94 when the music was pure Everybody made jams 93' and before Hearing Lost my mind but I knew it was that we had to work toward Forward Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news Daily digesting some more wack sh** Mother-f**ers better stick to the script We need you back Jay Yall dudes know now we not for play You want it funky come around my way (For Real) You can choose to rock or choose to roll I chose Pete cause he got the soul (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby (verse three) King cobra rapper crew Ill Cap-i-tan, never roll a foot soilder We push over you pushovers Lil pussies need to douche over Ma** and Gills, scott hare will make em' gush over p**y and poetry two things that's good for ya We rock hard just like the hood told us That fake sh** I never could show you We ought to keep it true and authentic In they videos trying to walk wit it L.B. put the street talk in it From right now till the day that we forfeit it Just making sure that yall get it in time to put my heart in it Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what (chorus) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya baby Repeat till end