The Body Rock Lyrics

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