Rockin It - Lil' Kim Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[Lil' Kim] 

Yeah, uh 

You put your bliss in 

I put my wrist in, what's missing? 

I'm talking to you, 'cause 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? 

'cause 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!