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Busta Rhymes - The Body Rock lyrics
Puff Daddy] See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hips So we gonna do a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not Does it drop cash like a slot Does it stay streeted go pop Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop Chartin number one, drinks in the sun Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon All a brother know is make the hit get the dough Makin grandmas hit the floor, really though It's my thang my slang Rich motherfuckers gettin chicks at the Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iversan runnin on point Don't smoke a spliff on the joint And when you see they on point Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures Gettin all up in they bitches Leavin they pussy in stitches, uh [Rampage] Aiyyo I'm on to the next level I'm gettin rich, friends said I switch I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills Pay my mom's bills, recoup a half a mil Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o you never seen, cash money fiend A lot of cats wanna dream Pack a shorty black or Phillipian The way I eat my shrimp with steam I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash VIP pass, ave all the gas, I make it last Chorus: Busta Rhymes To my people in the front if you ready to bump a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the back if your not a wack a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the left if you hot to death a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say "Don't stop the body rock" [Mase] Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves Cause I'm smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoes When I move to new Jerus, cause I like the cruise and my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready Juice heavy back in blue Chevy See angealan they winnin, a nigga need the chedda Cause I'm more in a broad way With all A's and platinum There been many things we touch Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8 And every week I have to re-up So what, so what [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shit The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate Pidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shit U u u u u oh y'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette Ooh me and my whole baton coming soon Make a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons A yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage ya Tryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz y'all turn savage Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo' Makin sure all of you niggaz all stay home Chorus 2x |
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