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royce da 59 - rock that lyrics

[15 seconds fades-in/instrumental]
[police sirens]

[chorus: royce da 5’9″ {male sample} (kid vishis)]
i – can’t – feel you; i want you to {rock that} (shiiiit!)
{rock that} (shiiiit!) – {rock that} (shiiiit!)
{rock that} (shiiiit!) – {rock that} (shiiiit!)
{ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro…} [scratches] [x2]

[verse 1:]
[royce da 5’9″:]
oohh! – put up your hands, show me the real you! (real you!)
if you don’t put your hands up then i’m a kill you. (kill you!)
you ain’t never been touched; homie, i can’t feel you.
i don’t listen to threats, n-gg- i can’t hear you! (h-llo?) (hahaha!)
[kid vishis:]
put up your hands, show me the real you (boo!)
you don’t put your hands up, – i’m a kill you! (you!)
i’m the sh-t, fool. (fool!) it’s the king, prince, too. (too!)
i’m the next sh-t from the i’m da sh-t crew! (crew!)
[royce da 5’9″:]
oohh! – n-gg- get cool. – “you’re my boy, blue!
blue, you’re my boy! ” i’ll chicago, illinois you!
[kid vishis:]
n-gg- we’ll destroy you!
it’s a motherf-ckin’ wrap, when it come to that heat like aluminum foil!

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
[royce da 5’9″:]
idolize-’em, not-a-lot-of-’em,
body-by-them-there’s-a-bottle by the f-gs, she-should-try-to-follow the man
with-the-rocks, rocky-as-colorado standin’ on top
of them; toppin’ top the opposition,
i-ain’t-quittin’-’til-vishis-in-my-position
i-drop-this-apocalyptic, you-gotta-be-optimistic; i’m hot, hot, hot, hot!
[kid vishis:]
let’s try this sh-t again! (again!)
vishis the prince, the topic of the spit this cop nowhere near it,
i’m in a win-win position. (yes!) – could send killers to knock-knock; who is it? (oohh!)
hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit. (yes) – no henchmen!
[royce da 5’9″:]
six shots the biscuit! (blow!)
smackin’ on his back like i’m burpin a infant! (boom!)
then n-gg- put up your hands, show me the real you,
put money on your head and then i’m a bill you.
take it out yo’ -ss in h-ll; i’m on a ratchet trail
and you about to see the gat derail! – braaat!

[chorus]

[verse 3: {male sample}]
[kid vishis:]
oohh! – yeah, vishis and nickel equipped with pistols; [acapella]
missiles’ll hit your tissue sizzle show you and stay [echoes] [acapella]
like mystikal! [bottle broke] – clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch
you tryna scr-p to cover up – the fact you can’t rap! [echoes]
[royce da 5’9″:]
i – can’t – feel you; i want you to {rock that}
glock that, pop that, shock that!
down to click twooo’s. – i’m a spit truuee!
dominant creeew. – i’m the sh-t, fooool! – oohh!
[kid vishis:]
put the clip to a actor – cut!
you motherf-ckers up when it’s action, n-gg- what?!
we don’t fight rappers. – we write back at ya;
black mack, blap! n-gg-z back snap backwards. – ooh!
[royce da 5’9″:]
actors, act p-ss’. – blow ’em off the atmos-…
… -fear n-gg-z should fear on point like a cactus.
you pro’bly need to practice. – that’s it! – backflip!
word blacksmith! – herb active, – dope! [echoes]

[chorus]

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