rock the body lyrics – queen pen

the p*ssword is party.

t. lee:
ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
for the 98 this is how we do
queen pen ya’ll, t. lee ya’ll
rock on ya’ll, d-dot ya’ll
come on

chorus:
queen pen:
for all the honeys in the ghetto that’s holdin their own (rock the body)
t. lee:
for all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body)
queen pen:
and if ya know that it’s a fact that we got your back (rock the body)
t. lee:
ain’t no doubt queen and tray lee turn it out (rock the body)

tracey lee:
lyrically i spray ya’ll it’s tray ya’ll
slay ya’ll n*gg*s it ain’t hard to face me
break ya’ll n*gg*s like a.c.
stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me
kill or be killed i’m god sent
my callin’ make sh*t bounce like spaulding
ya’ll know cuevo make tray flow en fuego
its t. lee spittin’ and i’m down with the queen

queen pen:
radio play just really advances my chances
with big time n*gg*s holdin legal finances
ghetto star just about the whole of my life
got eyes in the back of my head like mice
with ya chat bad boy, i lived it
i figure you just wake up in the morning
and blame it on a n*gg*
you’s the type of n*gg*
i leave standin’ at the bar
have your thirsty *ss waitin for my car tomorrow
it’s them lame chicks that f*ck it up for us
runnin around the club bein a bag of darts
a bonafide child not like years in diss
holdin down fort real brooklyn sh*t
weed rolled in fry talon dreads swa rich
ain’t nothin changed since ‘86
we stopped transportin’ start makin hits
ghetto from the start queen represent

chorus

queen pen:
n*gg*s talk sh*t on the regular
and those be the ones that sweatin ya’ll
wether east or west d servin ya’ll
tray lee and the queen pen murderer
if it’s not real boo, why bother
tell me why window shop with bags of copper
jack yo *ss up like my baby father
jack yo *ss up like my baby father

tracey lee:
when tray lee come through it’s party time
but a party ain’t a party till you spark a dime
ya’ll can hate but i’m still gonna make *ss shake
still got the steel by the waist runnin through ya’ll
me and queen pen find us at the bar schemin
i still owe dough
so who i gotta get to break even
rnf n*gg*s who live for the weekend
stil drinkin, hey! stil leavin the club with hoes
they seen us on keenan
you dealin with pros, godd*mn
future of the game turnin cats into “what happen to’s”
like brains, tray ain’t change
still spit on, still ride everything that i get on
still be in the club with tims on
raw dog forever
i got somethin for all ya’ll
whatever!

chorus

t. lee:
hey! well alright, uh-huh
it don’t stop ya’ll, b-rock y’all
from brooklyn to philly
it’s queen pen and t. lee

chorus

rock the body rock, rock the body rock…

/ queen pen lyrics