Rockin’ It AKA Spanish Harlem

[Chorus: Sonny Cheeba]
Now all the divas on the left, you keep on rockin' it
And all the fellas on the right, you keep on rockin' it
And all my peoples in the back, you keep on rockin' it
And all the peoples in the front, you keep on rockin' it

[Verse 1: Geechie Suede]
Mira, listen
Uno papi chulo, 69 position and switchin'
Welcome to Belavour, just what you've been missin'
I'm gettin' caught up in this camisado la novela
On the riviera with this creature made of satin or maybe vicuña
Under the luna and palmetto on the sly-zaretto
Speakin' Botticelli with sacchetto
We've be doin' it every way you could imagine
Now it's up to the Cheeba to make it more better as we flow

[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]
And Foxy Bonita, cha-cha-cha, Sonny Cheeba
Exhale our Mardi Grass and we funky valentine
I'm sex-posed to your voodoo, see you peek-a-boo
Love american style
What? Mahogany mix
What? Fix a hopscotch or buttocks, you dig it?
What? Interlude Acapulco, you bad, don't hurt nobody
What? Three miles out from the coast of Satin City
Sonny Cheeba from the BX connect, dig it?

[Chorus: Sonny Cheeba]
Now all the divas on the left, you keep on rockin' it
And all the fellas on the right, you keep on rockin' it
And all my peoples in the back, you keep on rockin' it
And all the peoples in the front, you keep on rockin' it
Now all the divas on the left, you keep on rockin' it
And all the fellas on the right, you keep on rockin' it
And all my peoples in the back, you keep on rockin' it
And all the peoples in the front, you keep on rockin' it

[Verse 3: Geechie Suede]
She said that I can call her Jeannie, bought me a martini
Some compliments on my paraphernalia from Australia
I ain't no player, so don't you get it confused
I'm the sway filet, that's the chico man, that's the Terry Crews
The N-E-S and Fabu got Hawaiian bless
Spillin' Mazola between the cracks of my Villanova
Them sober days ain't even seen up in my inner vision
The strizzy days and Hollywood ways is my style of livin'

[Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba]
Lost esmerado solero
Searchin' every season for the sexy señorita
Take my aphrodisiac and wing it back on sunset
Some said
Sorta rising for the Bronx crusader
Hater made the cat to cough it out without no shootout
Jive-time sucker caught uppercut from Black Moses
Straight up

[Chorus: Sonny Cheeba]
Now all the divas on the left, you keep on rockin' it
And all the fellas on the right, you keep on rockin' it
And all my peoples in the back, you keep on rockin' it
And all the peoples in the front, you keep on rockin' it

[Verse 5: Sonny Cheeba]
Da-da-da-day
Da-da-da-da-da-da-day
What? Yeah, Sonny Cheeba
What? Rocks to the beat
What? Now you say Cheeba
If I say Son, she say cheeba
That Negro Leaguer Cheeba
Ain't no naptown blues
Cheeba twist up the ganja, anethesia
Now you say the Lo-a
Who rang? Lo-a
Right on time
Midnight magic Lo-a
Max Julien Lo-a
Who you dig? Lo-a
Diamond City bombers

[Verse 6: Geechie Suede]
So, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
It's the emerald suede gleamin' with the diamond Cheeba
We blowin' morado
Wheezin' the lightning through hollow dimensions
My bro collection stay reflectin' off bottles of Jensen
The unforbidden cashmere contact connection
Correct suspension for this ride to Hollywood

[Chorus: Sonny Cheeba]
Now all the divas on the left, you keep on rockin' it
And all the fellas on the right, you keep on rockin' it
And all my peoples in the back, you keep on rockin' it
And all the peoples in the front, you keep on rockin' it
Now all the divas on the left, you keep on rockin' it
And all the fellas on the right, you keep on rockin' it
And all my peoples in the back, you keep on rockin' it
And all the divas in the front, you keep on rockin' it

[Outro: Sonny Cheeba]
Yeah