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    Romeo Rock Wit It текст песни

    Rock Wit It

    (feat. Master P, C-Los & Ruga)

    [Romeo: talking]

    Yeah, this one right is for the hood

    [Hook 1: Master P]

    You in the club

    Then rock wit it

    You a thug

    Then rock wit it

    Kids on the street gon

    Then rock wit it

    Me and my boys gon

    Then rock wit it

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    [Verse 1: Romeo]

    Not I’m from the A but I’m leaning and rocking wit it

    From New Orleans were them thugs be cockin in it

    And the chain hang low like an anchor in it

    Even presidents bounce just ask the Clinton’s

    Now I’m trying to one of them girls buys them hits

    One of those girls who li-li-li-lives there

    I’m a star I ain’t going no where

    Straight form up-town throw them hoods in the air

    I got the whole world rocking ask Paris

    I’m the bomb but I’m far from a terrorist

    Gutta music on the grill and the necklace

    From NY to Texas

    Rock, rock, rock wit this

    [Hook 2: Romeo and (Master P)]

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them girls at)

    Rock wit it, (Where them thugs at)

    [Verse 2: Master P]

    Got the club sold out

    Got the hood sewed up

    Just called the big body

    Benz Tell them hold up

    Lean wit it Rock wit it

    Go to the block wit it

    Put it on the triple beam

    Don’t let the cops get it

    You start snitching don’t do that boy

    I got youngsters on the team that’ll do that boy

    From uptown where things get gritty

    Don’t know major, got keys to the city

    Man I’m a vet and y’all boys rookies

    I could make a million dollars selling girl scout cookies

    45 reasons why the DJ gon play it

    In the back of the club got all the thugs saying

    Lean wit it Rock wit it

    Make them girls pop wit it

    Right to the left

    Over them soldiers then drop wit it

    From Baton Rouge to Louisiana

    From Mississippi to Alabama

    [Hook 3: Romeo and (Master P)]

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Laughing yet)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, (Memphis)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Oklahoma)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Florida)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Cali)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Georgia)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Virgina)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (From the clubs)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (From the clubs)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets)

    [Verse 3: C-Los]

    P put me in the game told me do my thang

    He throw the cash out I bring it back

    They call me boomerang

    I make em rock

    I make em lean

    But trust me I’m a boos

    I got that click they can’t

    Bean boy yous is not a fool

    I’m C-Los boy

    Gutta tell its over boy

    Hold up boy

    U better pledge allegiance take it slower boy

    It’s G’s up rock wit it and holla gutta

    I’m a animal I get it from my daddy and my mother

    [Verse 4: Sillk ]

    Still stopping up the block

    Man they call me sick wit it

    If I hit the lick they whole click wit it

    Gutta music on the chain

    I’m real to the game

    I keep the thing cocking like the Black John Waine

    I’m rocking, knock a hater off his feet

    You know they play come form music in the streets

    I’m a beast white tees, saints cap fitted, p. millers on the wheel

    Got the hood rocking wit me

    [Hook 4: Romeo and (Master P)]

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    Rock wit it, (The North side)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (East Side)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (The west Coast)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Down South)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (Over Seas)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the clubs)

    Rock wit it, Rock wit it,

    (Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike, Do the motor bike mike)

    Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (Wat Up Sillk)

    Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (Young Rome)

    Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (The Prince of Rap)

    Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea (Gutta Music)

    (We Here!)



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