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