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