Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - Rock Ya Body

[Fat Joe]
Aowwwwwwwwww! Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you!
Hahahaha

[Chorus]
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Pull out the red carpet walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell em please valet my ride
And just - rock ya body body, rock ya body body
Rock, ya body body, rock ya body
Just rock - who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make em dance on a hook, nowwww

[Fat Joe]
Joey see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo
Better have my money cause I knock on dos
Better yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I murder like five-oh-fo - Crack, yes!
You gon need protection
This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wessun
You know, automatic, stick shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist the target
After that, do the walk-through like phone booths
Whatchu gon do when them dudes run up on you and
rock ya body body, catch somebody
Gon park, the black Denali, watch his body
just DROP - yeah Im street like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they aint Gs like that
Cause when its time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
Nigga

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be
But he dont, so the closest thing you got is me
Aint no damn near a rapper this loc as me
Cook Coke on top is how its sposed to be, nigga!
Yeah the Bronx is back
Its my niggaz Cool & Dre on this monster track
(What they do Fat?) Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin niggaz unconcious
Been sendin niggaz to trauma; I bet now you wish
the only beef that you had is witcha babys momma
You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag
Cause Ima headbussa, you dont want me to do dat
Yeah I need a new muhfucker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin like Pookie from "New Jack"
Said it, yeah its all out war
So do your jumpin jacks nigga, make you hit the floor

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yes, please believe she gorgeous
And she aint gon leave once she see the fortress
The blood red G-Tll leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, were bosses
Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip
Black Ferrari, nine milli on the hip
You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip
Shit, Im in Dade County, smokin phillies, bumpin Trick nigga
New York yall know what it is!
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz never listen til they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch
(Thats right) By now you can see that Im global
Slappin MCs for the dreams that they sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin shots at me
Find yourself hangin from your feet off the balcony

[Chorus]
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All I Need
Beat Novacane
Born In The Ghetto
Bust At You
Crush Tonight
Definition Of A Don (Feat Remy)
Does Anybody Know
Everybody Get Up
Fight Club (Feat Mop And Petey Pablo)
Gangsta
Get It Poppin
Get The Hell On With That (Feat Ludacris)
Hes Not Real (Intro)
Hold You Down
I Can Do U
Intro
Its Nothing
It`s O.K.
J.o.s.e.
King Of N.Y. (Feat Buju Banton)
Lean Back (Remix)
Life Goes On
Listen Baby
Loyalty
Murder Rap (Feat Armageddon)
My Fofo
My Lifestyle
Opposites Attract (What They Like)
Prove Something
Rock Ya Body
Safe 2 Say (The Incredible)
Shit Is Real Pt3
So Hot
So Much More
Still Real
Take A Look At My Life
Temptation Pt1
Temptation Pt2
The Wild Life (Feat Prospect And Xzibit)
Ts Piece
Turn Me On
We Run Shit
We Thuggin (Remix) (Feat R Kelly  Busta Rhymes  Noreaga And Remy)
Whats Luv (Feat Ja-Rule And Ashanti)