[Chorus: Vice Verse]
  Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
  Becuase it ain't a party til my crew run through
  Shake some body, show me what you can do - like Ohhh, Ohhh
  Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
  DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove
  Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move - like Ohhh, Ohhh
    [Stagga Lee]
  Yo, I blaze the illest
  So much skill, its impossible for you not to feel us
  The realest, MC that you ever met in your life
  I'm tryna see you work
  Put a little sweat in your life
  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, because you know we gonna burn it all night
  And I just might, double the ice on dental
  And if you double the price, Me and Vice rock in
    [Chorus]
    [Stagga Lee]
  Like BOOM! I be at the hotel soon
  We gonna put the lens on zoom, Benz on VROOOM!
  As long as you got the right perfume
  Aint no body checkin out the telly till noon
  You should get a Stag top, on the backbone
  Stag rap, I'm peelin off them tight Sassoon's
  Honeys stop breathin when I step in the room
  And ain't nobody leavin when I set it with the BOOM!
    [Chorus]
    [Vice Verse]
  I like it when you work it for me lady, see you do that BOOM! BOOM!
  I like the way you work that for me
  If you wanna party baby we can get together, BOOM! BOOM!
  Cuz you know you make me so horny
  Maybe you a hottie when you get up on the floor and BOOM! BOOM!
  Never wanted someone so badly
  We can leave the club, and hit the telly, get a room BOO-BOOM! BOOM!
    [Stagga Lee] Leave the club, get a telly, BOOM! BOOM! [claps]
  [Vice Verse] Let's go! All my ladies.. sing along, C'MON!
    [Maxine]
  We can party till the night is through
  So baby tell me what you wanna do
  Got the keys to the hotel room
  You know I got my eyes on you
  Hand bumpin up and down my thighs
  I'm starin at you with my bedroom eyes
  The way I'm lookin, boy your so, so fine
  So we can get it on tonight
    [Stagga Lee]
  Kid, now, this rhyme is for the masters
  In schools that use Tupac poems to teach classes
  Yo, try to follow when the turn table spinnin
  The sound is leakin out on the crowd, gettin up in it
  See me coastin, the scene gettin frozen
  He sound dope when, the words are composin
  D-Boys, break down, and flow like a slow jam
  I be so damn ill, till I'm an old man
  STOP! Ya makin it hot when yall move
  STAGG! I bleach the top cause I choose
  BRUISE! Tracks like the cat, Lang Hughes
  IN FACT! I'm nice with the rap, can't lose
    [Chorus]
    [Vice Verse]
  Rock your body, mic check 1, 2
  DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove
  Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move - like Ohhh, Ohhh