The Click

The Click - We Came To Rock Ya Body lyrics

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[E-40]
 Peace
 The 213
 The 7 off 7
 The 4 when the ride got off.
 [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
 It be the main did they
 I'm bout to get in
 Used to be situp, not Tito
 Have a couple babies, now let her get up
 If we prayed and respected by big and the little
 Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
 Get close for a dose with the West-Coast chopgame
 Nickie but don't cuttie
 Only water in the clip for DPG I had to fuck with
 [E-40]
 Uhhh, Uhhh,
 Follow that clap, we got dope in
 My nigga Snoop got some hoes in
 Uhhh, Uhhh,
 Seen her for some black sauce in gripping secret
 Can't wait till we get them butt naked
 We act so bad up in the spot
 Dre be overworked
 Cocaine go bid your prize
 Bitches pay the prize
 Why in the hell are you so ignorant?
 Why is your slang so a little?
 Chorus: x2
 [Nate Dogg]
 We came to rock your body, rock your soul
 We came to rock your body, rock your soul
 [Suga T]
 (Yeah, and it's like that)
 Hoes
 Menoles you can come from everywhere
 I ya, gotta put these keys in a pot,
 boss playa, playa
 Check this plot
 Cause don't miss my whole act
 Suga T paper, cause Suga T did that
 [Daz Dillinger]
 It's so simple to make it happen
 More paper to keep the scratch
 Bin off the hurricane, chillin' and relaxin'
 Till the shit
 I'll keep it bumpin' and humpin' just like a droptop
 Will it ever quit, will it ever stop
 For reward in the jet shot sugar Dogg Pound
 Can make it with my homie
 Get you bleed into Oaktown
 Cause I get sick with it
 And they don't why
 Cause I get sick with it
 Because they singin' for fly (Word)
 [D-Shot]
 A lot of Niggas they know it
 The Niggas got big respect
 It ain't till the tape in your deck
 Cause the Nigga that pops
 Till the Nigga can't pop no mo'
 Straight herbin' on the Indo
 From my hood to yo hood
 Ain't lettin bustas figure up
 If y'all Niggas strap I'm your plug
 The call me D-Shot, the shot taller,
 a.k.a. livin' in the boss baller
 Chorus
 [B-Legit]
 I'm all original base
 Pore last Detroit
 Still get decisions
 Then I flip from Troy
 Hit the brownie tracks
 Smokes big with feds
 Low in hell stoke
 Got a game in back
 See I'm in with Bin and lil' Joe be caught
 But I'm about to make me (?)
 I hit 'em five times make her feel comfort
 Took her to the mall then she robbed and sorted
 [Kurupt Tha Kingpin]
 One day, I was sippin' through the hood
 I did all my homies
 And it was all turned good
 I'm Kurupt, to have bitch really cold chillin'
 Blue from the forts that soon, straight dealin'
 With so much cash, it's seen funny
 Been there and done it
 Everything you see and ever wanted
 I'm Kurupt, peace me up a piece of the pie
 We can try to make it right and the pimps to ride
 Who's the man, (?)
 With my suave, the world wide homicidal plan
 Too many stressed in here I'm bout to touch my loot
 The fucking dogg on where the only things to own and shoot
 And he's a dogg and the room is wet
 And the Nigga like me tired in worst day
 I be rhymin' to fuck a mic since the first day
 My eyes open wide I finally realize it's the way to get paid
 Chorus x2
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