Nasty Rock

Oooh, baby

Rock it

Rock it

We got the nasty rock

Yeah

I think it's time, we press rewind

See what we find, keep it in mind

Open your eyes, you might be suprised

Music you hop to (In your lowride)

Bumpin' until you get all the way life

Ladies lovin' inside, they slip when I slide

It's a party on wheels, at least, that's how it feels

You think that I'm jokin' (They know I'm for real)

I fly like a kite, to spark up a night

Throw it on three wheel when I make a right

Or when I make a left, either way, it looks tight

Candy color flaked out, makes it look right

Chrome always shinin', it's almost blindin'

Hit the switch and this, faster than lightnin'

Keep it old school, so I jam the box

My caro gots a nasty rock

I got the nasty rock

Rock it, baby

Nasty, but classy

A little bit flashy, yeah

I got the nasty rock

Rock it, baby

So rock

Rock

Rock

Rock

Nasty rock

Gots no shock, so I bounce a lot

Payin' shit like more bounce to the ounce a lot

Watchin' the cops, they harass the block

Ladies love it, they rubbin' their nasty spot

"Rob, can you stop? "

I say, "Why not? "

"I just want some of your nasty rock

In the parking lot

It's not my fault, it's your fault, cause you got me hot"

You like the way, I say what I say

Like when I lay, down my Chevrolet

And bounce my carucha, people, y'all trucha

Lookin' all loc'ed out, in my cachucha

I don't understand, why I get out of hand

It feels naturally, you would think that is planned

Now, switch at me, girl, don't even ask me

Jump in the ride and prepare to get nasty

I got the nasty rock

Rock it, baby

Nasty, but classy

A little bit flashy, yeah

I got the nasty rock

Rock it, baby

So rock

Rock

Rock

Rock

Nasty rock

Nasty but classy, a little bit, flashy

Chrome on the carriage, candy on the chasis

Looks sweet enough to eat, but I eat off the streets

Freaky behaviors moves, I could cross fader

I'm all up in the mix, love to hit the switch

Love to see these chicks, licking on their lips

Take my fingertips, grip them on their hips

Cause they're all of that, and a bag of chips

They say, "Oh my God, Ese Lil Rob

Mr. Twelve-Eighteen, hittin' like a fiend"

Don't be starting shit, you know what I mean

Hit the higher switch, keep my Davis clean

Rollin' on 13's, with the gangster lean

Always on, we always need some gasoline

Hoppin' at the stop, and it just don't stop

Ese Lil Rob, with the nasty rock

I got the nasty rock

Rock it, baby

Nasty, but classy

A little bit flashy, yeah

I got the nasty rock

Rock it, baby

So rock

Rock

Rock

Rock

Nasty rock