Rockin’ That Shit (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: The-Dream, DJ Khaled, Fabolous] Girl, I'm in love with you baby (This the remix) (Aye Dream) And I want you to know (This for the girls rockin that shit right?) That I'm hooked to your body (Def Jam All Stars!!) (Okay) And I'm tryna be yours (Nice) (Radio Killa!!) [Intro Verse: Ludacris, DJ Khaled] Now she the definition of fine But I told her that her body looks better with mine, hey! (Radio Killa) Now she the definition of fine But I told her that her body looks better with mine (I know what you like baby) [Verse 1: Fabolous] I like the way she rock, her hips, then rocks, and dips Told her we can take off like rock-et ships Straight jacket jeans, you look crazy in 'em The way you Roc'in that, I thought they was Jay-Z denim Lemme drop a jewel on ya, put a rock in air Can I call you Nana cause you got that rockin' chair It goes back, and forth, then forth, and back When I'm on, Patron, or off, the 'Nac Can't get off, the fact, I'm off, my mack Goldie probably wouldn't but I would trick, off for that And I'm sick wit the money I could cough, a stack I can sneeze, some Gs', so baby let's roll [Chorus: The-Dream] She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) There's nothing I can say, she rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) There's nothing I can say, rockin' that shit like... [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] That shit like whoa (Whoa) Look how shorty roll (Roll) She rockin' that shit I'm like look at shorty go (Go) She rockin' to the beat (Beat) She rockin' it for me (Me) And all I can think about is rockin' it to sleep (Aye!) Her face is like a model body shape is like a bottle Girl I wanna hit that more than I wanna hit the lotto (Yep) She revvin' me up I got my hand all on my throttle (Yep) I wanna get on top of her, zoom on the Yamaha Hittin' corners switchin' gears zoomin' inside of her And if it taste how it looks, I'm a try to swallow her Call me Mr. shoe shine baby I'm a polish her And I'll leave ya spit clean I don't use no polisher Demolition man tell ya friends I demolish ya Plus I'm that nigga baby I'm a make ya popular So get another shot of that Ciroc in ya cause I'm 'gon be rockin' ya Treat ya like the first lady I'll put my Barack in ya [Chorus: The-Dream] She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) There's nothing I can say, she rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) There's nothing I can say, rockin' that shit like... [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Fresh as a black president, one Air Force Ones in my Air Force 1 (Obama!) Is it all a dream? (No) Sorry, my reality See me rockin' that shit is complimentin' my salary Complimentary ballots, total up the tally Spinnin' like it's ballet and I touch the budget barely (Boss!) Seen that girl that holla - (AYE!) Told me that she from the (A!) So you know I had to (AYE!) Classify my gains [Chorus: The-Dream] She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) There's nothing I can say, she rockin that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) She rockin' that shit like... The way you rockin' that up in this club, I swear you gon' make a... (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) There's nothing I can say, rockin' that shit like... [Verse 4: Ludacris, The-Dream] Now let me take you to a place far beyond in a whole 'nother galaxy Travel in your mind explore your sexuality (Oh yeah!) Melt your imagination and mold it into reality Your hearts my art gallery girl Can you feel the pictures that I painted cause all of them are related Like a mother to a son but none of them overrated They know others due to one our destiny is to make it Got to thank you just for sharin your world It's so real and inspirational oh no reason for thinkin I am incapable Of takin on the duty of makin you interchangeable The thought is sensational it's perfect bliss I'm ready to take the Milky Way to your Hershey's Kiss You know my tongue's got batteries in it (Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh) The bedroom we lose calories in it, and start families in it And don't worry cause the situation is under control So let me dive in your heart and swim around in your soul LUDA!!!!!!!!!! [Outro: The-Dream] Take me I'm yours, shawty As we rock to the left ('EY!) Rock to the right ('EY!) Lend me your body I'mma rock it all night Don't leave us on this floor, shawty The door's to the left and parked on the right Tell my nigga holla back, tell your girls goodnight The way you rockin' that up in this club I swear you gon' make a nigga fall in love The way you rockin' that up in this club I swear you gon' make a nigga fall in love, love