Lyrics
when i get up on the mic, you know i like to spit
all you otha mc's, you juss talkin shit
because you cant even step, to my flow no more
so you better see you sorry ass, up out the door
before i let loose, and tear up the mic
seein sucka mc's run away, is juss what i like
i be reppin san diego, till the day i fade
it be sunny and all, but you always got the shade
so you can relax, and juss sit down a lil bit
and pass the blunt around, so we can all get lit
when i hear the beat drop, i can make the heat stop
cop this in the music shop, this is real hip hop
it aint like the shit that you all used to
turn on the radio and all the rhymes are abused
im commin with the fresh sound but dont let me interfere
its like craig mack with that new flavor in your ear
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
you knoe i can rock it, but can ya keep up?
dazed and confused is how you look to me
is it my rhyme style thats makin you freeze
i knoe its all brand new, never heard before
but i guarentee you gonna ask for more
im not a nigga man dont call me nigga man
im juss about 5'5" with an island tan
wheres my smokes, i need to take a drag
as i stand tall under the filipino flag
send me back home, so i can rock it over there
cuz i knoe my rhythm and rhyme cant be compared
dont get me wrong, i love california
this is the only place that can do it for ya
blacks, whites, mexicans and all the rest
all the asians from the far east to the west
ill try be the voice the all the unheard
spit it with real talk and a melodious word
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
you knoe i can rock it, but can ya keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
you knoe i can rock it, but can ya keep up?
livin here on this ground for 19 years
ive had so many problems and faced so many fears
but i know its not the end of this fucked up ride
hell, what can i say, i juss opened my eyes
bottom line, lets get it straight, im no thug
i dont try to make a gat spit or try to mean mug
im juss doin what i gotta do, try to make a rhyme
but im feelin kinda dry, get the tequila, hold the lime
so i can set it off, so we can all get drunk
so the rhymes come out fresh to get this mothafucka crunk
its all about 858 and 760
and dont forget the 619, what? you dont knoe?
its where im from and dont you forget that
so get back, your whack, and your rhymes sound jacked
you talkin shit to me now but give it sometime
soon yo gonna be bumpin my shit all up in your ride
thats right, juss label me rookie of the year
cuz u know i can rock it hard both far and near
let it be known, im commin your way
but as for now, thats all i gotta say
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
you knoe i can rock it, but can ya keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
i can rock it, but can you keep up?
you knoe i can rock it, but can ya keep up?
