(mims)npurple popcorn..nnChorus: nThis is why I rock(x2) nThis is why(x2) uh nThis is why I rock (uh) nThis is why I rock(x2) whoo nThis is why(x2) nThis is why I rocknn(purple popcorn)nWe rock coz we fly!!! nNot yet coz I'm not!!!n(mims)nThis is why x2 nThis is why we rock(x2) n(purple popcorn)nWe rock coz we fly!!!nNot yet coz I'm not!!!n(mims)nThis is why x2nThis is why we rock(x2)nnVerse 1: nnThis is why I rocknI dont gotta rap nI can sell a mill sell you nothing on the track nI represent New York nI got it on my back nAnd they say that we lost it nSo I’mma bring it back nI love the dirty dirty nCoz niggas show me love nThe ladies start to bounce nAs soon as I hit the club nBut in the Midwest nThey love to take it slow nSo when I hit the H nI watch you get it on the floor nAnd if you needed hyphy nI take it to the bay nFrisco to Sac town nThey do it eryday nCoppin a Hollywood nAs soon as I hit LA nI’m in that low low nI do it the cali way nAnd when I hit the Chi nPeople say that I’m fly nThey like the way I dress they like (they like my) my attire nmove crowds from side to side nThey ask me how I do it and simply I reply nn(Chorus) nnVerse 2: nThis is why I rocknCatch me on the block nEvery other day nAnother bitch another drop n16 bars, 24 pop n44 songs, nigga gimme what you got nI’m in there driving cars nPush them off the lot nI’m into shutting stores down so I can shop nIf you need a bird I can get it chopped nTell ne what you need you know I get ‘em by the flock nI call my hommie black meet me on the ave nI hit wash heights with the money in the bag nwe into big spinners nSee my pimping never dragged nFind me with different women that you niggas never had nFor those who say they know me know I’m focused on my cream nPlaya you come between you’d better focus on the beam nI keep it so feen the way you see me lean nAnd when I say I’m hot my nigga this is what I mean nn(Chorus) nnVerse 3: nThis is why we rock nShorty see the drop nAsk me what I paid and I say yeah I paid a quapnAnd then I hit the switch that take away the top nSo chicks around the way they call me cream of the crop nThey hop in the car nI tell them all about nWe hit the studio they say they like the way I record nI gave you black train and I did you wrong nSo everytime I see them and they tell me that’s their song nThey say I’m the bomb nThey love the way the charm hanging from the neck nAnd compliments the arm which compliments the ear then comes the gear nSo when I hit the room the shorties stop and stare nThen niggas start to hate rearrange their face nLittle do they know I keep them things by waistside nI reply nobody gotta die nSimilar to lil wiz coz I got the fire n(Chorus) n