Tekster:
Rock City Body Bang

mixed with what's up in my club! It's me what you in the club, club! Your body is bang, bang, bang, bang! Your body is bang, bang, bang, bang! Shawty

ah clip in them bodies me dumpin' watchin' you fall to the pave Wid me 9, milli pumpin', puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves Cleveland is the city

I'm Bone, Bone We steppin' inside the party, Marti Grati Now get me a shot of Bacardi, let it get up in my body Make my body, body rock, rock, I'm known

Mama's just lookin' for love Marijuana, weedman, little thug We don't call him Steven Breathin' in the garden of Eden Eve was corrupted body combusted

house of mirrors Not quite the image, I'm on that Popeye spinach Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square n-gga But now she trying something different Windy City

them prosecutors, hustler conisuer It's We the Best forever Make sure you spread the rumor bitch [Verse 9 - Fat Joe] Good coke, hard rock, stashed in the body

that keep you warm You're tensed up niggas get wrenched up on a rock Mix a whiplash bodies are gettin' smashed So let the volcano blow and erupt destruction

pinched up Bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from a glock Searchin' for the one who called in the shots Hypes crawlin' for rocks Goin

time, ya know My hood, my city, my side Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, I ride My town, my color, my block Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, I rock