Testi:
Rock Pete Give It To Ya

me I wanna give it to ya, baby I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya, baby Yo, master of ceremony, controlled territory

Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It

flipside Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber Roll off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya Sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya And after dark

we got what ya like) Hang it out.. let it all hang out (cause we got what ya like) Hang it out.. (let it all hang out) yeah, c'mon, hang it out Let it

Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!! Get it up

where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land I done thought of, a master plan, it goes C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, c'mon) cold-blooded, (ya know) hard

mystery my victories are bodacious it wouldn't matter if the judge is racist and i was battling your aces in your bitches bassment im un-fuckwitible thats literal face it

Never has it been so sweet to your ear So lend it here and let go your fear And give a green light to the man on the mic And keep this beat cause it'

bring spatulas Flip it and throw it back at ya, so bring your gat with ya Spectacular murder manufacturer, fuck binacular Only heaters talkin, I'm trappin ya just to flattin ya