Stagga Lee - Rock Your Body (mic Check 1, 2) lyrics

(feat. Vice Verse) [Chorus: Vice Verse] Rock your body, mic check 1, 2 Becuase it ain't a party til my crew run through Shake some body, show me what you can do - like Ohhh, Ohhh Rock your body, mic check 1, 2 DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move - like Ohhh, Ohhh [Stagga Lee] Yo, I blaze the illest So much sk**, its impossible for you not to feel us The realest, MC that you ever met in your life I'm tryna see you work Put a little sweat in your life I got an idea, and it might sound silly But I wanna roll your body in a tight brown Philly Crack it, lick it up, seal it, air tight Get a light, because you know we gonna burn it all night And I just might, double the ice on dental And if you double the price, Me and Vice rock in [Chorus] [Stagga Lee] Like BOOM! I be at the hotel soon We gonna put the lens on zoom, Benz on VROOOM! As long as you got the right perfume Aint no body checkin out the telly till noon You should get a Stag top, on the backbone Stag rap, I'm peelin off them tight Sa**oon's Honeys stop breathin when I step in the room And ain't nobody leavin when I set it with the BOOM! [Chorus] [Vice Verse] I like it when you work it for me lady, see you do that BOOM! BOOM! I like the way you work that for me If you wanna party baby we can get together, BOOM! BOOM! Cuz you know you make me so horny Maybe you a hottie when you get up on the floor and BOOM! BOOM! Never wanted someone so badly We can leave the club, and hit the telly, get a room BOO-BOOM! BOOM! [Stagga Lee] Leave the club, get a telly, BOOM! BOOM! [claps] [Vice Verse] Let's go! All my ladies.. sing along, C'MON! [Maxine] We can party till the night is through So baby tell me what you wanna do Got the keys to the hotel room You know I got my eyes on you Hand bumpin up and down my thighs I'm starin at you with my bedroom eyes The way I'm lookin, boy your so, so fine So we can get it on tonight [Stagga Lee] Kid, now, this rhyme is for the masters In schools that use Tupac poems to teach cla**es Yo, try to follow when the turn table spinnin The sound is leakin out on the crowd, gettin up in it See me coastin, the scene gettin frozen He sound dope when, the words are composin D-Boys, break down, and flow like a slow jam I be so damn ill, till I'm an old man STOP! Ya makin it hot when yall move STAGG! I bleach the top cause I choose BRUISE! Tracks like the cat, Lang Hughes IN FACT! I'm nice with the rap, can't lose [Chorus] [Vice Verse] Rock your body, mic check 1, 2 DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move - like Ohhh, Ohhh