Give It To Ya (Pete Rock)

The joy of children laughing These are the makings 12 it's like this Little Brother, Pete Rock Another sure shot, another banger 'Soul Survivor, Part II' for me and you, let's get it I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with 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 It's Tay, the mad journalist always trying to write a better story And laying tracks 'cause it's better for me Calm but predatory, sun niggaz even when the weathers stormy My crew is down to do whatever for me Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine Find it hard, though to manage my time Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties But yo, that's what happens when the world is loving you Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of f**king you A high price for fame that's non-refundable All in the hopes of one day coming out with a double U I know it sound crazy, right? Even though it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix It's Pete Rock on the snare drums and laying the kicks And on the real I wouldn't trade it for shit Let's get it up right now, come on I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with 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 I got the magna rocks still heating up the spot P.R. and L.B. got that shit for blocks Hip hop when we walk, hip hop when we talk You can hear it our slang and see the New York We bought back 94 when the music was pure Everybody made jams 93' and before Hearing 'Illmatic' first on the trip to the store Lost my mind but I knew it was That we had to work toward forward On we move now, my life is the roof Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news Daily digesting some more wack shit Mother-f**kers better stick to the script We need you back Jay Y'all dudes know now we not for play You want it funky, come around my way (For Real) You can choose to rock or choose to roll I chose Pete 'cause he got the soul Yeah, let's get it going y'all I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with 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 King cobra rapper crew Ill Capitan, never roll a foot solider We push over, you pushovers Lil' pussies need to douche over Mass and Gills, Scott hare will make em' gush over Pussy and poetry, two things that's good for ya We rock hard just like the hood told us That fake shit I never could show you We ought to keep it true and authentic In they videos trying to walk wit it L.B. put the street talk in it From right now till the day that we forfeit it Just making sure that y'all get it in time to put my heart in it Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with 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 I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with 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