The Body Rock
Busta Rhymes/Mase/Rampage/Sean "Puffy" Combs
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See when we get on shit
We like to make you, shake your ass (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Move your hips (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
So we gonna do a little somethin' like this (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Flipmode (mm-hmm, mm-hmm), Bad Boy (mm-hmm)
Check this out (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Tell me how it feels
Is it hot? Is it not?
Does it drop cash like a slot? (Yeah)
Will it stay street or go pop?
Checkin' out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop
Cachana number one, drinks in the sun (Uh-huh)
Eighty times a week, I get spun, shake it, hon
All a brother know is make the hit, get the dough (C'mon)
Makin' grandmas hit the floor, really though
It's my thing, my slang
Rich motherfuckers, groupin' chicks at the Rucker (Yeah)
Bringin' my team to the joint
With Allen Iverson runnin' the point
Don't smoke the spliff or the joint (Uh)
And when they see me, they all point (Uh)
'Cause I, I be that nigga with the million dollar figures
Gettin' all up in they bitches, leavin' they bitches in stitches, uh
Ayo, I'm on to the next level, I'm gettin' rich (Uh-huh)
Friends said I switched, I got me a bad bitch
Live up in the Hills, pay my mom's bills (Yeah)
Retreat for half a mil', still got my deal (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Copped a seven hundred Benzo you never seen (Tell 'em)
Cash money fiend (What), a lot of cats wanna dream
Bag a shorty, black or Philippine ('Pin)
The way I eat my shrimp Christine
I'm the man with the gangsta lean
What, what, so I split your whole spleen
If you know what I mean, call me little rap cash
I hit you for your stash, V.I.P. pass
Save all the gas, I'll make it last
To my people in the front if you're ready to bump, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if you're not the wack, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the left if you're hot to death, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people on the right wanna party tonight, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
Since Ma$e refuse to lose, give Ma$e room to maneuver (Yeah)
'Cause I'm smoother than them dudes in
Two thousand dollar shoes (That's right)
And I move to new Jerus 'cause I like to cruise
In my six-double-oh blast weed, love the dough
I'm that good fellay, what the hell they could tell me? (Uh-uh)
Smoke my la-la out in L.A., who's ready?
Jewels heavy, black and blue Chevy
See Angelettie when a nigga need his cheddy (Yeah)
Plus I'm rawer than a Broadway, all yay's and platinum
And then anything we touch
Never had a partner so I never had to deduct
Smoked one-point-eight and in a week, I had to re-up
So what? So what?
Ayo, check out the way me and my niggas always be rippin' shit
The way that I display new flavor and do it so intricate
Pitter and patter, patter and pitter, all over the shit
Ah-ah-ah-ah, y'all niggas be yappin' 'til I be sick of it
Hit you with shit that you niggas'll never ever forget
Fuckin' with my niggas is like you playin' Russian roulette
Ooh, we get the whole platoon comin' soon
Nigga, make room, we diesel like a bunch of baboons
Ayo, y'all think you could manage all of my niggas' damage
Tryin' to alter my lavish livin' shit to turn savage, yo
Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo'
Makin' sure all of you niggas all say, "Ho"
To my people in the front if you're ready to bump, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if you're not the wack, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the left if you're hot to death, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people on the right wanna party tonight, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the front if you're ready to bump, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if you're not the wack, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the left if you're hot to death, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people on the right wanna party tonight, say
"Don't stop the body rock"
Flipmode, Bad Boy
And we won't stop 'cause they can't stop