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Rock Dat Shit
2,860
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

Music Video

Music Video

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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