Rock That lyrics

by

Royce da 5'9"


[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Kid Vishis]
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro

I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro

[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9” & Kid Vishis]
Put up your hands, show me the real you (real you)
If you don't put your hands up then I'm a kill you (kill you)
You ain't never been touched; homie, I can't feel you
I don't listen to threats, n*gga I can't hear you (hello?) (hahaha!)
Put up your hands, show me the real you (boo!)
You don't put your hands up, I'ma kill you! (you!)
I'm the sh*t, fool, it's the king, prince, too
I'm the next sh*t from the "I'm Da sh*t" crew
n*gga get cool, you're my boy, Blue!
Blue, you're my boy! I'll Chicago, Illinois you!
n*gga we'll destroy you!
It's a motherf*ckin' wrap, when it come to that heat like aluminum foil

[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Kid Vishis]
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9” & Kid Vishis]
Idolize-'em, not-a-lot-of-'em
Body-by-them-there's-a-bottle by the fags, 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-gotta-be-optimistic
I'm hot, hot, hot, hot!
Let's try this sh*t again! (again!)
Vishis the prince, the topic of the spit this cop nowhere near it
I'm in a win-win position (yes!)
Could send killers to knock-knock, who is it?
Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit, no henchmen
Six shots the biscuit (blow!)
Smackin' on his back like I'm burpin' a infant (boom!)
Then n*gga put up your hands, show me the real you
Put money on your head and then I'mma bill you
Take it out yo' ass in hell, I'm on a ratchet trail
And you about to see the Gat derail

[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Kid Vishis]
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro

[Verse 3: Kid Vishis & Royce da 5’9”]
Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols
Missiles'll hit your tissue sizzle show you and stay
Like Mystikal!
Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch
You tryna' scrap to cover up, the fact you can't rap!
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that
Glock that, pop that, shock that
Down to click two's, I'mma spit true
Dominant crew, I'm the sh*t, fool
Put the clip to an actor, cut
You motherf*ckers up when it's action, n*gga what
We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya
Black Mack (blap!) n*ggas back snap backwards (ooh!)
Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atmos
Fear n*ggas should fear on point like a cactus
You probably need to practice, that's it, backflip!
Word blacksmith, herb active, dope

[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Kid Vishis]
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro
I can't feel you, I want you to rock that (sh*t!)
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Rock that sh*t! Rock that sh*t!
Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro
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