Stagga Lee Roc Ya Body (Mic Check 1,2) Lyrics

Rock ya body mic check one, two
'Cause it aint a party 'till the crew run through
Shake some body show me whatchu can do like Oh, Oh
Rock your body, mic check one, two
DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove
b__p it louder so the crowd wanna move
Like Oh, Oh

Yo, I blaze the illest
So much skill, it's impossible for you not to feel us
The realest, Emcee that you ever met in your life
I'm tryin to 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 c'mon!

Like BOOM!
I be at the hotel soon
We gonna put the lens on zoom, Benz on vroom
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 Sassoon's
Honeys stop breathin' when I step in the room
And ain't nobody leavin when I set it with the boom

I like it when you work it for me, lemme 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!
'Cause you know you make me so h____
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, boom boom!

Lets go! all my ladies sing along! C'mon!

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 rubbin' 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!

Kid, now, this rhyme is for the masters
In schools that use Tupac poems to teach classes
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 d___ ill, 'till I'm an old man
Stop...
Ya makin it hot when y'all 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