Rock Da Spot

Lyrics

[Production by Ty Fyffe & Erick Sermon] [Intro] W.F.D.S Ayo, ayo, check this out, man (Rock da spot) Ha, ayo, haha Ayo, ayo, haha Nah, nah, ayo, ayo [Verse 1] Ayo, damn, I'm the, bomb, ringing off all types alarms My palms be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's Aggravated assault against an MC Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees It's mad real in the Bricks, plus I roll thick You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one With a tape deck, if it's feasible Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe But I get you suped when I rock respect due I's a nice nigga that wanna get diced Slice the mic device like the body of Christ Twice, E Double if you feel me, hit me once (A breaker one, a breaker two) Cause trouble to you, family and friends Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo' ends Got caught out there cause you were Mack without ten Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer Live from Hell but stay cooler than a double L Turn a felony to a misdemeanor Now the court subpoenaed me to get my act cleaner Fuck that, still walk out holdin' my strap Blunt, grabbing my wiener [Chorus] Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) [Verse 2] Now first of all I go for broke Check the third quarter note I make you feel like your water broke Can't tell whether male or female I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell All aboard my balls 'cause my dick Don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight Rock indo' and outdo', dick run in and out yo' Bitch, about nine inch up the clit Can you feel me comin'? Yeah, I usually make 'em shit I shines MC's up for auction so I can sell 'em on Saturday Keith, put the bat away Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down and turn into an ass-kicking holiday Word, I rolls with the Funklord With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards He's bleeding, get the gauze He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for Push the clip in, slide the top back Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract Shit like that get me vexed (Uh) So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's [Chorus] Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) [Verse 3] Ayo, catch this picture of me in the mixture So you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper Sorcerer offin' y'all with techniques A universal lingo, with the odd speaks Control more blacks than Harlem week Freak, smokin' that leak at full peak Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique College radio, know I mack shit like Maceo Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver I oughta be an alkie the way I hit liver Deliver the milk to your door real raw Shit you never seen before So when you come inside, and do the front Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run Relax your minds, let your conscience be free And get money, and G's and roll these trees [Chorus] Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot (Yo) Rock the spot Rock the s— Rock the spot (Yo) [Outro] This is DJ Say What on this motherfucker Coming to you live from WFDS radio from the Brick City