[Funkmaster Flex] Now! We're gonna do it Lil' Kim Style Shout to Hillary, D-Roc, Brooklyn, Lil' Cease, Junior M.A.F.I.A. [Lil' Kim] Yeah, uh You put your bliss in I put my wrist in, what's missing? I'm talking to you, cuz when I shine, I glisten Sure picked a fine time not to listen Now you fucked up, without a pot to piss in Is it me, or is the rap game different? Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too persistent (uh huh) And I won't drown, I'm water-resistant Mmmm, Think about when you say my name This female rapper got a knuckle game I leave you all out of commission (uh huh) Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh) Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewer Black and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!) You soft like suede, I'm sharp as a blade This ain't a phase, it's the way I was raised And I'm still gon' blaze when I'm old and grey, c'mon CHORUS: Rockin, Rockin, We keep it Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop) Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot) Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?! Rockin, Rockin, We keep it Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop) Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot) Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah It's QB y'all, sweet and petit About five feet with the oversized heat (what) I've got the right shoes, you've got two left feet One's incomplete, tryna make ends meet Before the album drop, you want a sneak peak You're on the wrong block, this a one-way street Hundred grand petty cash in the hotel suite Move your feet, lose your seat, shall I repeat When the LaLa hits my eyes, red as a beet Niggas hungry? I got something to eat Open your mouth, swallow the skeet Mmm Ahh.. Bon Appetit Can you keep an errection? Cuz Kim got love and affection Let me shoot it off in your direction Only if you pass the inspection, the bassline Meet me in the mezzanine Matter of fact, hop up in my limousine You can trick or treat, like it's Halloween In my Lambourghini, with the green, high beams, squeaky clean The way I gargle like it's Listerine Just be messing up my Maybelline So stick it in me like a vaccine Then I can come clean, like hygiene, in a pocket full of dreams, uh! CHORUS: Rockin, Rockin, We keep it Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop) Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot) Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?! Rockin, Rockin, We keep it Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop) Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot) Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah Now to the haters, the fake-ass Dons and Donettes I smack you hoes in the face with two techs You can be a redhead, blonde or brunette I ain't tryin to catch rec, I just want respect What the heck, I go to the bank with two cheques Yours and mine, when it's time to pay debts Finally, I can put all this mess to rest And I'm glad I got this bullshit off my chest And we can still go toe to toe, blow for blow Take it to the screen, like Joe Piscapo Go to award shows, lock down the first rows Our ice keep us froze like Eskimos We rock coliseums, submarines Infrared beams with the tank machines So hate all you want, radio gon' knock it We locked in a pocket, and I'mma keep rockin CHORUS: Rockin, Rockin, We keep it Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop) Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot) Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?! Rockin, Rockin, We keep it Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop) Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot) Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah Rockin, We don't stop, Til it's hot, Whatchu say Rockin, We don't stop, We keep it hot, Y-y-y-yeah [Funkmaster Flex] Yeah.. It's going down, Queen Bee!
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