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queen pen & tracey lee - rock the body lyrics

queen pen & tracey lee
miscellaneous
rock the body
(tracey lee):
ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
for the ‘98 this is how we do
queen pen y’all, tray lee y’all
rock on y’all, d-dot y’all
come on
(queen pen):
for all the honeys in the ghetto
that’s holdin’ there own
rock the body
(tracey lee):
for all my puffed out
dogs in the club thugged out
rock the body
(queen pen):
and if you know that it’s a fact
that we got your back
rock the body
(tracey lee):
ain’t no doubt
queen and tray lee turn it out
rock the body
:
(tracey lee):
lyrically i spray y’all, it’s tray y’all
slay y’all n-ggas it ain’t hard to face me
break y’all n-ggas like a.c
stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me
k!ll or be k!lled, i’m god-sent
my calling making sh-t bounce like spaulding
y’all know cuevo mke tray flow en fuego
its t. lee spitting and i’m down with the queen
(queen pen):
radio play just really advances my chances
with big time n-ggas 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 bat boy, i lived it
i figure you just wake up in the morning
and blamed it on a n-gga, you’s the type of n-gga
i leave standing at the bar
have your thirsty -ss waiting for my car tomorrow
it’s them lame chicks that f-ck it up for us
runnin’ around the club being a bag of darts
a bonafide child i got years in this
holding down fort, real brooklyn sh-t
weed rolled in fry talon dreads was rich
ain’t nothing changed since ‘86
we stopped transportin’, start making hits
ghetto from the start, queen represent
(queen pen):
for all the honeys in the ghetto
that’s holdin’ there own
rock the body, rock the body, rock
(tracey lee):
for all my puffed out
dogs in the club thugged out
rock the body, rock the body, rock
(queen pen):
and if you know that it’s a fact
that we got your back
rock the body, rock the body, rock
(tracey lee):
ain’t no doubt
queen and tray lee turn it out
rock the body, rock the body, rock
(queen pen):
n-ggas talk sh-t on the regular
and those be the one’s that’s sweatin’ y’all
whether east or west d servin’ ya
tray lee and the queen pen murderer
if it’s not real boo then why bother
tell me why windows shot wit bags of copper
jack yo -ss up like my baby father
i said jack your -ss 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
y’all can hate but i’m a still make -ss shake
still got the steel by the waist runnin’ through y’all
me and queen pen find us at the bar schemin’
i still owe dough, so who i gotta get to break even
rnf n-ggas who live for the weekend
still drinkin’, hey still leaving the club with hoes
they seen us on keenan
you dealin’ with pros, godd-mn
future of the game turning 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 timbs on
raw dog forever, i got something for all y’all
whatever

(repeat chorus 2 til end)

- queen pen tracey lee lyrics

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