Royce Da 5'9" - Rock That lyrics

[Chorus: repeat 2X] I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"} sh** {"ROCK THAT"} sh** {"ROCK THAT"} sh** {"ROCK THAT"} sh** {"ROCK THAT"} sh** {"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO.."} [Royce Da 5'9"] Ooh! Put up your hands, show me the real you If you don't put your hands up then I'ma k** you You ain't never been touched homie, I can't feel you I don't listen to threats, n***a I can't hear you (hello?) [Kid Vishis] Put up your hands, show me the real you You don't put your hands up, I'ma k** you I'm the sh** fool, it's the king prince too I'm the next sh** from the I'm Da sh** crew, ooh [Royce Da 5'9"] n***a get cool, "You're my boy Blue! Blue, you're my boy!" I'll Chicago, Illinois you [Kid Vishis] n***a we'll destroy you It's a motherf**in wrap when it come to that heat like aluminum foil [Chorus] [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 got to be optimistic I'm hot hot hot [Kid Vishis] Let's try this sh** again Vishis the prince, the topic of the spit This cop nowhere near it, I'm in a win-win position (yes) Could send k**ers to knock-knock (who is it?) Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit (yes) No henchmen [Royce Da 5'9"] Six shots the biscuit Smackin on his back like I'm burpin a infant Then n***a put up your hands, show me the real you Put money on your head and then I'ma bill YOU Take it out yo' a** in hell, I'm on a ratchet trail And you about to see the gat derail! [Chorus] [Kid Vishis] Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols Missiles'll hit your tissue [?] show you and STAY, like Mystikal Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch You tryin to scrap to cover up the fact you can't rap [Royce Da 5'9"] I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"} Glock that, pop that, shock that Down to click twos, I'ma spit true Dominant crew, I'm the sh*t fool! Ooh! [Kid Vishis] Put the clip to a actor, CUT! You motherf**ers up when it's action, n***a what? We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya Black mac blap, n***az back snap backwards Ooh! [Royce Da 5'9"] Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atlas Fear n***az should fear, on point like a cactus You probably need to practice, that's it, backflip Word blacksmith, herb active DOPE! [Chorus] Ooh!