Busta Rhymes - The Body Rock Lyrics
[puff daddy]See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hipsSo we gonna do a little something like thisFlipmode, bad boyCheck this outTell me how it feels, is it hot is notDoes it drop cash like a slotDoes it stay streeted go popCheckin out what flipmode got, mad hip-hopChartin number one, drinks in the sunEighty times so we can get sponged, shake it honAll a brother know is make the hit get the doughMakin grandmas hit the floor, really thoughIts my thang my slangRich mother*****ers gettin chicks at theBringin my team to the joint wit alan iversan runnin on pointDont smoke a spliff on the jointAnd when you see they on pointCause i, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figuresGettin all up in they *****esLeavin they ***** in stitches, uh[rampage]Aiyyo Im on to the next levelIm gettin rich, friends said I switchI got me a bad chick, live up in the hillsPay my moms bills, recoup a half a milStill got my deal, pop the 700 benz-oYou never seen, cash money fiendA lot of cats wanna dreamPack a shorty black or phillipianThe way I eat my shrimp with steamIm the man with the gangsta lean, what, whatYo I split your whole spleen if you know what I meanCall me little rabcash, I get you for your stashVip pass, ave all the gas, I make it lastChorus: busta rhymesTo my people in the front if you ready to bump a sayDont stop the body rockTo my people in the back if your not a wack a sayDont stop the body rockTo my people in the left if you hot to death a sayDont stop the body rockTo my people in the right wanna party tonight just sayDont stop the body rock[mase]Since mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral movesCause Im smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoesWhen I move to new jerus, cause I like the cruiseAnd my six double-o, blast weed, love the doughIm that goodfella, what the hella they can tell meSmoke my la la out in la, whos readyJuice heavy back in blue chevySee angealan they winnin, a nigga need the cheddaCause Im more in a broad wayWith all as and platinumThere been many things we touchNever had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8And every week I have to re-upSo what, so what[busta rhymes]Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shitThe way that I display no flavor and do it so intricatePidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shitU u u u u oh yall niggaz be yappin to make me sick of itHit you wit shit that yall niggaz never ever forget*****in wit my niggaz just like you playin russian rouletteOoh me and my whole baton coming soonMake a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloonsA yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage yaTryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz yall turn savageYo flipmode and bad boy collaboMakin sure all of you niggaz all stay homeChorus 2x
