Lyrics:

Extra, extra
This is a MVP presentation
Robbie Neville (What?)
Mighty Max (Ha!)
Jasmine Ray (C'mon!)
Rasta Stagga, lets go
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
'Cause it ain't a party till my crew run through
Shake somebody, show me watcha can do like oh, oh
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
DJ spinning niggas back into the groove
Pump it louder so the crowd wan' move like oh, oh
Yo, yo
I blaze the illist, so much skill its
Impossible for you not to feel us
The realist, MC that chu ever met in ya life
I'm tryna see ya work, put a lil sweat in your life
And 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
'Cause you know we gonna burn it all night
And I just might, double the ice on Diddy
So when you double the price, the advice ride in it, c'mon
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
'Cause it ain't a party till my crew run through
Shake somebody, show me watcha can do like oh, oh
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
DJ spin the needle back into the groove
Pump it louder so the crowd wan' move like oh, oh
Yaw
Like boom, I'll be at the hotel soon
We gon' put the lens on zoom, Benz on vroom (Vrrrr)
As long as ya got the right perfume
Ain't nobody checkin out the telly till noon (come on)
You should get a stack tack, on the backbone
Stand back, I'm peelin off the tight sassons
Honey stop breathin when I step in the room (ho!)
And ain't nobody leavin when I set in the boom (ha!)
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
'Cause it aint a party till my crew run through
Shake somebody, show me watcha can do, like oh, oh
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
DJ spin the needle back into the groove
Pump it louder so the crowd wan' move like oh, oh
I like it when you work for me, let me see you do that boom boom
I like the way you work that for me (that for me)
And if you wanna party baby we can get together boom boom
'Cause you know you make me so horny (that's why)
And baby you a hottie when you get up on the floor and boom boom
Never wanted someone so badly (ya)
We can leave the club and get a telly get a room and boom boom
Leave the club, get a telly, get a room boom boom (boom boom)
Let's go
All my ladies, sing along, c'mon
We can party till the night is through
So baby tell me what chu wanna do
Got the keys to the hotel room
You know I got my eyes on you (come on, that is, uh-huh)
Hands rubbin up and down the my thighs (woo)
Starin at chu with my bedroom eyes (wow)
The way you lookin boy you so surprised
So we can get it on tonight
Now, this rhyme is for the masters
Excused to use 2Pac poems to teach classes yo
Try to follow when the turn tables spinnin
The sound is even loud in the crowd gettin up in it (uh-huh)
You see me postin, the scene get frozen
We sound dope when the words are composed and
D-Boys break down so wit the slow jam
I be so damn ill till I'm an old man
Stop, you makin it hot when ya move
Stag, I reach the top cuz I choose
Grooves, cracks like a cat like U's
In fact the mics with the rap can't lose (come on)
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
'Cause it ain't a party till my crew run through
Shake somebody, show me watcha can do like oh, oh
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
DJ spin the needle bac into the groove
Pump it louder so the crowd wan' move like oh, oh
Roc ya body, mic check 1, 2
'Cause it ain't a patry till my crew run through
Shake somebody, show me watcha can do like oh, oh