Tracey Lee - Rock the Body lyrics

The pa**word is party [T. Lee] Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah For the 98 this is how we do Queen Pen ya'll, T. Lee ya'll Rock on ya'll, D-Dot ya'll Come On Hook: [Queen Pen] For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body) [T. Lee] For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body) [Queen Pen] And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the body) [T. Lee] Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body) [Tracey Lee] Lyrically i spray ya'll it's Tray ya'll Slay ya'll n***as it ain't hard to face me Break ya'll n***as like A.C Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me k** or be k**ed I'm God sent My callin' make sh** bounce like Spaulding Ya'll know cuevo make Tray flow en fuego Its T. Lee spittin' and I'm down with the Queen [Queen Pen] Radio play just really advances my chances With big time n***as holdin legal finances Ghetto star just about the whole of my life Got eyes in the back of my head like mice With ya chat bad boy, I lived it I figure you just wake up in the morning And blame it on a n***a You's the type of n***a I leave standin' at the bar Have your thirsty a** waitin for my car tomorrow It's them lame chicks that f** it up for us Runnin around the club bein a bag of darts A bonafide child not like years in diss Holdin down fort real Brooklyn sh** Weed rolled in fry talon dreads swa rich Ain't nothin changed since '86 We stopped transportin' start makin hits Ghetto from the start Queen represent Hook: [Queen Pen] For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body) [T. Lee] For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body) [Queen Pen] And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the body) [T. Lee] Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body) [Queen Pen] n***as talk sh** on the regular And those be the ones that sweatin ya'll Wether east or west D servin ya'll Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer If it's not real boo, why bother Tell me why window shop with bags of copper Jack yo a** up like my baby father Jack yo a** up like my baby father [Tracey Lee] When Tray Lee come through it's party time But a party ain't a party till you spark a dime Ya'll can hate but i'm still gonna make a** shake Still got the steel by the waist runnin through ya'll Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin I still owe dough So who i gotta get to break even RNF n***as who live for the weekend Stil drinkin, hey! stil leavin the club with hoes They seen us on Keenan You dealin with pros, Goddamn Future of the game turnin cats into "what happen to's" Like Brains, Tray ain't change Still spit on, still ride everything that I get on Still be in the club with Tims on Raw dog forever I got somethin for all ya'll Whatever! Hook: [Queen Pen] For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body) [T. Lee] For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body) [Queen Pen] And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the body) [T. Lee] Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body) [T. Lee] Hey! Well alright, uh-huh It don't stop ya'll, B-rock y'all From Brooklyn to Philly It's Queen Pen and T. Lee Hook: [Queen Pen] For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body) [T. Lee] For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body) [Queen Pen] And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the body) [T. Lee] Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body) Rock the body rock, rock the body rock....