Rock That

Lyrics

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9" & Kid Vishis] I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9" & Kid Vishis] 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, nigga I can't hear you (hello?) (hahaha!) Put up your hands, show me the real you (boo!) You don't put your hands up, I'ma kill you! (you!) I'm the shit, fool, it's the king, prince, too I'm the next shit from the "I'm Da Shit" crew Nigga get cool, you're my boy, Blue! Blue, you're my boy! I'll Chicago, Illinois you! Nigga we'll destroy you! It's a motherfuckin' wrap, when it come to that heat like aluminum foil [Chorus: Royce da 5'9" & Kid Vishis] I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9" & Kid Vishis] Idolize-'em, not-a-lot-of-'em Body-by-them-there's-a-bottle by the fags, 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! Let's try this shit 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? Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit, no henchmen Six shots the biscuit (blow!) Smackin' on his back like I'm burpin' a infant (boom!) Then nigga put up your hands, show me the real you Put money on your head and then I'mma bill you Take it out yo' ass in hell, I'm on a ratchet trail And you about to see the Gat derail [Chorus: Royce da 5'9" & Kid Vishis] I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro [Verse 3: Kid Vishis & Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols Missiles'll hit your tissue sizzle show you and stay Like Mystikal! Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch You tryna' scrap to cover up, the fact you can't rap! I can't feel you, I want you to rock that Glock that, pop that, shock that Down to click two's, I'mma spit true Dominant crew, I'm the shit, fool Put the clip to an actor, cut You motherfuckers up when it's action, nigga what We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya Black Mack (blap!) Niggas back snap backwards (ooh!) Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atmos Fear niggas should fear on point like a cactus You probably need to practice, that's it, backflip! Word blacksmith, herb active, dope [Chorus: Royce da 5'9" & Kid Vishis] I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (shit!) Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Rock that shit! Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro