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Rock Dat Shit
2,859
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rock Dat Shit was released on November 14, 2000 by Infamous Records as a part of the album H.N.I.C.
album cover
Release DateNovember 14, 2000
LabelInfamous Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prodigy
Prodigy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Composer, Lyrics
Roosevelt Harrell
Roosevelt Harrell
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bink Dogg for One Shot Deal, Inc./ J II J Enterprises
Bink Dogg for One Shot Deal, Inc./ J II J Enterprises
Producer
Sheldon Guide
Sheldon Guide
Engineer
Nino Cacacabala
Nino Cacacabala
Assistant Engineer
Steve Sola for Plain Truth
Steve Sola for Plain Truth
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, what you doing right now?
Fuck, man
**** don't know what pain is, man
I got two hundred needle pokes in my arm, ****
[Verse 2]
Who be the source of this rap shit? Us, the bosses
PuertoRock style, twenty shanks talk shit
I rock bandanas like a gang member
But I'm a Infamous representative, don't get it fucked up
[Verse 3]
I need more guns like I need more funds
Like I need more businesses for my Dunns
Like I need more vehicles to make more runs
Send a rep to your doorstep, hand on they arms
[Verse 4]
Stick a dog on your most valuable Dunn, it's war
You talk more, we splish splash the most, wet your clothes
It's up fucked, your uniform got all soaked
Pop **** like a fish fry, take me for jokes
[Verse 5]
Silence dat bitch, I put one in your throat
Don't provoke, my ****'ll jump, you might croak
And this silly ass ****, funny style ****
You must got too much alcohol in your system
[Verse 6]
We bloody sport **** dat love to pick victim
Don't be a stat, you should stand back when
My Infamous clique come, after I fucks, I piss cum
I spit the illest shit you ever heard of
[Verse 7]
What's dat outfit you rep? I never heard of
Smash y'all **** like insects, you bugged
The fuck out like dust from Crazy Eddie
Spaghetti headed mob **** rhymes' deadly
[Verse 8]
Rock Infamous sweatsuits and like my guns heavy
You ain't ready for a street life, **** baby
I'm too foul, too grimy
Too much QB's inside me, please rewind me
[Verse 9]
I'm every block's theme music
E'ry project's anthem
E'ry gun handler's song to clap to
[Verse 10]
Yo
They could never get enough of it
Yo, dat's dat shit
I need dat shit to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock dat shit, dat real life shit
Makes **** wanna thug it
[Verse 11]
They could never get enough of it
Yo, dat's my shit
I need dat shit to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock dat shit, dat real life shit
Makes **** wanna thug it
[Verse 12]
To top it off, I'm a pretty gangsta, fly thug
All of my Dunn's conceited, there ain't a chick
More dime than me, I let a ho know quickly
Sit, bitch, lemme put you on the hottest shit, B
[Verse 13]
I be the H-N-I-C of the whole shit
Never let a ho get more than I wanna give
She lucky if she get a pull of the dope
Only if she giving head to the whole clique
[Verse 14]
Ay yo, I'm just kidding but, yo, I'm not playing
My wolves walk around the whole club scheming
Searching for a cutie who like to drink semen
Bring her to the mini mansion, told me she wanna be a bunny
[Verse 15]
Said she like the way I talk dirty
I told her she had potential, talk to Chinky
P the type of vulture to fly a  girl with me
Outta state, send her back to you on some freak shit
[Verse 16]
How you stink make you wanna bust your gun
Mad 'cause you know a iller **** fucking your hun
Handle it, what more can I say, put her on a chain
My Dunn's too beautiful for her to stay away
[Verse 17]
Get enough of it
Yo, dat's dat shit
I need dat shit to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock dat shit, dat real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
[Verse 18]
They could never get enough of it
Yo, dat's my shit
I need dat shit to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock dat shit, dat real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
[Verse 19]
They could never get enough of it
Yo, dat's dat shit
I need dat shit to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock dat shit, dat real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
Written by: Albert Johnson, Roosevelt Harrell
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