Rock With Us (feat. Krispy Keith & Rick Snare)
Hands in the sky and just rock with us
Uh huh
Put your hands real high and just rock with us, yeah
Can you feel it now
Uh
We back
Krispy Keith on the fuckin' beat
Nick T
You know we had to come with that heat
Music's got me feelin' like
Just let it ride
I don't even know where I'm going but I know that I'm goin' fast
Goin' real, real fast
And the teacher's lookin' at me like damn why's he always fuckin' late to class
Why's this boy always late?
That's the bass in your face
Loud as fuck because we came in the place
With a shotgun strapped across the back
Rocking this shit but we also rap
It's just the one, two and a three, four
Bitch, turn around and walk out that door
If you ain't down to ride because we here now
Don't really have a fear now
Oh woah oh
Oh yeah yeah woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on
Put your hands in the sky and just rock with us
Uh huh
Put your hands real high and just rock with us, yeah
Can you feel it now?
Just shine that light and I'm seeing it now
Bout to get crazy, bout to rock this crowd
Oh yeah
Yeah
Woah woah woah woah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oo oo
In the background
The voice of an angel
Nicky T. has the voice of an angel
Nicky, you have the voice of an angel
So fuckin' beautiful
I just want you to sing me to sleep
Krispy Keith, I kick like Bruce Lee
Straight chillin', I'm doin' my thing
Dropping tops, switching spots
I shake the ops, I'm sitting on top
Night watching infrared
Dropping tops, switching spots
Shaking the ops, I'm sitting on top
Night watching infrared laser dot options
Airbag adjustable
The bitches love my switches in the three one oh, yo
Three two three and the four two four
Check me out, I'm a trashy white boy
There ain't no competition, get killed by the sword
I got perception now
Dice up the haters, fried them
Easy side dishing
Spinning on my rims, deep dishing
Class is dismissed
So pick up your shit and get gone
Cuz Krispy fuckin' said so
Put your hands in the sky and just rock with us
Uh huh
Put your hands real high and just rock with us, yeah
Just shine that light and I'm seeing it now
Bout to get crazy, bout to rock this crowd, oh yeah
Uh huh
Put your hands real high and just rock with us, yeah
Can you feel it now
Uh
We back
Krispy Keith on the fuckin' beat
Nick T
You know we had to come with that heat
Music's got me feelin' like
Just let it ride
I don't even know where I'm going but I know that I'm goin' fast
Goin' real, real fast
And the teacher's lookin' at me like damn why's he always fuckin' late to class
Why's this boy always late?
That's the bass in your face
Loud as fuck because we came in the place
With a shotgun strapped across the back
Rocking this shit but we also rap
It's just the one, two and a three, four
Bitch, turn around and walk out that door
If you ain't down to ride because we here now
Don't really have a fear now
Oh woah oh
Oh yeah yeah woah oh oh
Woah oh oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on
Put your hands in the sky and just rock with us
Uh huh
Put your hands real high and just rock with us, yeah
Can you feel it now?
Just shine that light and I'm seeing it now
Bout to get crazy, bout to rock this crowd
Oh yeah
Yeah
Woah woah woah woah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oo oo
In the background
The voice of an angel
Nicky T. has the voice of an angel
Nicky, you have the voice of an angel
So fuckin' beautiful
I just want you to sing me to sleep
Krispy Keith, I kick like Bruce Lee
Straight chillin', I'm doin' my thing
Dropping tops, switching spots
I shake the ops, I'm sitting on top
Night watching infrared
Dropping tops, switching spots
Shaking the ops, I'm sitting on top
Night watching infrared laser dot options
Airbag adjustable
The bitches love my switches in the three one oh, yo
Three two three and the four two four
Check me out, I'm a trashy white boy
There ain't no competition, get killed by the sword
I got perception now
Dice up the haters, fried them
Easy side dishing
Spinning on my rims, deep dishing
Class is dismissed
So pick up your shit and get gone
Cuz Krispy fuckin' said so
Put your hands in the sky and just rock with us
Uh huh
Put your hands real high and just rock with us, yeah
Just shine that light and I'm seeing it now
Bout to get crazy, bout to rock this crowd, oh yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Ziemer
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