Give It to Ya lyrics

[Sample Intro]
"The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings..."

[Intro: Phonte with Darien Brockington]
1, 2
It's like this
Little Brother
Pete Rock
Another sure shot, another banger
'Soul Survivor, Part 2'
For me and you, lets get it

[Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)]
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby (Y'all know how we do – c'mon)
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me (It's like this, y'all)
I wanna give it to ya baby (Uh – yo...)

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Master of ceremony, controlled territory
It's Tay, the mad journalist, always tryna write a better story
And laying tracks 'cause it's better for me
Calm but predatory, son n*ggas even when the weather's stormy
My crew is down to do whatever for me
Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine
Find it hard though to manage my time
Between examinin' rhymes, without severing my family ties
But yo, that's what happens when the world is loving you
Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of f*cking you
A high price for fame that's non-refundable
All in the hopes of one day coming out with a "W"
I know, it sounds crazy, right?
Even though it's hard sometimes, I still got to stay in the mix
It's Pete Rock on the snare drums and laying the kicks
And on the real, I wouldn't trade it for sh*t
Let's get it up right now, come on...
[Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)]
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby (Pete Rock still holdin' it down – oh!)
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby (Little Brother, we controllin' it now)

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh, (Phonte)]
I got the knack to rock, still heating up the spot
P.R. and L.B. got that sh*t for blocks
Hip-Hop when we walk, Hip-Hop when we talk
You can hear it our slang, and see the New York
We bought back '94 when the music was pure
Everybody made jams, '93 and before
Hearing 'Illmatic' first on the trip to the store
Lost my mind, but I knew exactly what to work toward
Forward... on we move, now my life is the groove
Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news
Daily digesting–some more wack sh*t
Motherf*ckers best stick to the script; we need you back, Jay
Y'all dudes know now, we not for play
You want it funky, come around my way (For real!)
You can choose to rock, or choose to roll
I choose Pete 'cause he got the soul (Yeah, let's get it going, y'all)
[Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)]
I wanna rock with you (Uh)
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby (L.B. and Pete Rock y'all – c'mon)
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby (Yeah, yeah... we keep it movin' non-stop)

[Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte]
You at war with the King Cobra
Rapper Pooh, Ill Cap-i-tan, never roll a foot soldier
We push over you pushovers
Lil' pussies need to douche over
Mass and Gil Scott Heron, make em' gush over
pus*y and poetry, two things that's good for ya
We rock hard just like the hood told us
That fake sh*t I never could show ya
We got to keep it true and authentic
In they videos, trying to walk wit' it
L.B. put the street talk in it
From right now (right now) 'til the day that we forfeit it
Just making sure that y'all get it in time to put my heart in it
Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what!

[Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)]
I wanna rock with you (Check it out...)
So get on the floor with me (It's L.B. and Pete Rock, yo)
I wanna give it to ya baby (Keep it going non-stop, yo...)
I wanna rock with you (On some real Hip-Hop, yo)
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby