Give It to Ya

[Sample Intro] "The joy of children laughing around you These are the makings..." [Intro: Phonte with Darien Brockington] 1, 2 It's like this Little Brother Pete Rock Another sure shot, another banger 'Soul Survivor, Part 2' For me and you, lets get it [Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)] I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya, baby (Y'all know how we do – c'mon) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me (It's like this, y'all) I wanna give it to ya baby (Uh – yo...) [Verse 1: Phonte] Master of ceremony, controlled territory It's Tay, the mad journalist, always tryna write a better story And laying tracks 'cause it's better for me Calm but predatory, son niggas even when the weather's 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 examinin' 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 fucking you A high price for fame that's non-refundable All in the hopes of one day coming out with a "W" I know, it sounds 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... [Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)] I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya, baby (Pete Rock still holdin' it down – oh!) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya, baby (Little Brother, we controllin' it now) [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh, (Phonte)] I got the knack to rock, 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 exactly what to work toward Forward... on we move, now my life is the groove Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news Daily digesting–some more wack shit Motherfuckers best 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 choose Pete 'cause he got the soul (Yeah, let's get it going, y'all) [Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)] I wanna rock with you (Uh) So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya, baby (L.B. and Pete Rock y'all – c'mon) I wanna rock with you So get on the floor with me I wanna give it to ya, baby (Yeah, yeah... we keep it movin' non-stop) [Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte] You at war with the King Cobra Rapper Pooh, Ill Cap-i-tan, never roll a foot soldier We push over you pushovers Lil' pussies need to douche over Mass and Gil Scott Heron, 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 ya We got 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 (right now) 'til 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! [Hook: Darien Brockington, (Phonte)] I wanna rock with you (Check it out...) So get on the floor with me (It's L.B. and Pete Rock, yo) I wanna give it to ya baby (Keep it going non-stop, yo...) I wanna rock with you (On some real Hip-Hop, yo) 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