"Rock Ya Body" lyrics

[Kurupt:]
Right
Did we come here to bullshit and poot and giggle?
Fuck no!
Nigga... oh!

Heavy in the pockets, heavy in the game
DPG, Dogg Pound Gang with the Wu-Tang Clan
Doing what we want, you bitch niggas do what you can
Nigga, what? Uh
What you can, what you can
What you can, what you can
What you can, what you can
You do what you can
What you can, what you can
What you can, what you can
What you can, what you can
What you can- can- can-

[Daz Dillinger:]
I told 'em keep cool (Keep cool nigga) when the storm start crashing
I'm Wu-Dogg, nigga, you know the fashion
Every move that I make got the city core reacting
You jump bad, nigga, you stupid, that's where you lacking

[Masta Killa:]
Back and we blasting, and for permission, I ain't asking
Throw your fucking hands in the air and keep 'em right there
Latin Quarter atmosphere, bring the ruckus Union Square
Hip-hop is everywhere, Biz Mark was in there

[Kurupt:]
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body

Yeah
See, you have no gratitude, that's why your attitude stinks (Right)
I beat niggas purple and pink
I don't really give a fuck about what you think
I come through this motherfucker as quick as a blink

[Daz Dillinger:]
He was barking on the 'Gram like he was built for the smoke
Until them goons light him up, he ain't cracking no jokes
Yeah, I'm stepping out of pocket, yes, confident flow
He was tough on the phone, now he flexed, didn't show
Yo!

[Kurupt:]
Uh, what a hoe
I came through this motherfucker to let bitch niggas know
Next time you'll see me shine on the dime
Nigga, the greatest of all motherfuckin' time

[Masta Killa:]
Let me see your Wu signs, throw your W's in the air
Dogg Pound and Wu-Tang Clan, we up in here
Nah, we ain't playing fair
The only option that makes sense is winning, motherfuckers, oh!

[Kurupt:]
Heavy in the pockets, heavy in the game
DPG, Dogg Pound Gang with the Wu-Tang Clan
Doing what we want, you bitch niggas do what you can
Nigga, what? Awoo!

Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yeah, yo!
We was targets in the 'jects
While you was in the stroller, we was moving all the wet
I might've changed your diaper, let your mother hold a TEC
When you start to cry, it's like: "Quiet on the set!"
"Quiet on the set!"
The Jake came a few times to search your stroller
When they left, I put you right back when it was over
Now you want to get your bombs off?
Them off-the-block niggas hate you, gotta- they want to cut your arms off (Arms off)

[Raekwon:]
Hear me out, nephew
Never ever say my name, I'ma throw you a gem
Don't try to blend a little clique and run with it, and blow nothing but a trumpet
I need 50, matter fact, 60, run it
A gauge and a fresh new blade with a range
I'ma come through then gladly exchange
That's on angel
Now get the fuck out of my house, and you leaving the hood
12 o'clock, the night black as shit, right

[Kurupt:]
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body
Rock ya body-body, rock ya body-body