Rockin’ It – Camp Lo – letras

Chorus:Now all the divas on the left you keep on (rockin’ it)And all the fellas on the right you keep on(rockin’ it)And all my peoples in the back you keep on(rockin’ it)And all the peoples in the front you keep on(rockin’ it)[Geechie Suede]Nina, listenUno poppi chulo 69 position and switchin’Welcome to Belavour just what you been missin’ I’m gettin’Caught up in this ?On the riviera with ? made of satinOn me be for kunaUnder the noona and palmetto on the slysarettospeakin’ bonticetti was wichettoWe be doin’ it ever way you could imagineNow it’s up to the cheeba to make it mo’ betta as we flo[Sonny Cheeba]And foxy bonita, cha cha cha sonny cheebaExcella Mardi Gras and we funky valentineI’m sex-posed to your voodoo see you peek-a-booLove american styleWhat, my how do you mixWhat, fix a hopscotch or butt-ox she diggyWhat, interlude aculpoco you bad don’t hurt nobodyWhat, 3 miles out from the coast of satin citySonny cheeba from the BX connects dig itChorus x2[Geechie Suede]She said that I can call her genie bought me a martiniSome compliments of my paraphenalia from australiaI ain’t no playa so don’t you get it confusedI’m the sway-ful-lay, that’s the chico man, that’s the cherry foolsThe n-e ass and fabu got hawaiian blessSpillin mazzola between the cracks of my villanovaThem sober days ain’t even seen up in my inner visionThe strizzy days of hollywood raises my style of livin'[Sonny Cheeba]Lost esmerado soleroSearchin’ every season for the sexy senoritaTake my aphrodisiac and wing it back on sunsetSome saidSo to rise and full of bronx who said uhHater made the cats a-cough it out without no shootoutJive-time sucka for africa from like mosesStraight upChorus x1[Sonny Cheeba]Da da da dayDa da da da da da dayWhat, yes her name cheebaWhat, rocks to the beatWhat, now you say cheeba, if i say some she say cheebaDunny boleega cheebaAin’t no naptan blueCheeba twist up the ganja, anethesiaNow you say the lowerWho rang lowerRight on timeMidnight magic, lowerMax julian, lowerWho you dig, lowerDiamond city bombers[Geechie Suede]So, la la la laLa la la la la laIt’s the emerald suede gleamin’ with the diamond cheebaWe blowin’ moradoWeezin’ the lightnin’ through hollow dimensionsMy broke collisions stay reflectin’ off bottles of jensenThe unforbidden cashmere caught tech ca-nipsin’Correct suspension for this ride to hollywoodChorus x2