Busta Rhymes – The Body Rock lyrics

[Puff Daddy]
Yo when we get on shit. We like to make ya, shake ya ass,
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
move your hips
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
So we gonna do a little something like this (Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
Flipmode, Bad Boy
Check this out

Tell me how it feels, is it hot is it not
Does it drop cash like a slot
Will it stay street or go pop
Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop
Chedda number one, drinks in the sun
Eighty times a week I get spun, 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 Rucker
Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iverson runnin the point
Don't smoke a spliff on the joint
And when they see they all 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 switched
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, cop the 700 Benz-o
you never seen, cash money fiend
A lot of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black and Philippine
The way I eat my shrimp pristine
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, save 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, give Ma$e room to maneuve
Cause I'm smoother than them dudes in two thousand dollar shoes
And I moved to New Jerus, cause I like to cruise
and my six double-o, blast squeeze, let it go
I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me
Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready
Jewels heavy black and blue Chevy
See Angeletti when, 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 a partner so I never had to deduct shit 1.8
And in a week I have to re-up
So what, so what

[Busta Rhymes]
Ayo check out the way me and my niggas always be rippin shit
The way that I display my flavor and do it so intricate
Pidda and padda padda and pidda all over the shit
U u u u u oh y'all niggaz be yappin til I be sick of it
Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget
Fuckin wit my niggaz is like you playin russian roulette
Ooh me and my whole platoon coming soon
Nigga make room, we diesel like a bunch of baboons
A yo yo niggas i manage, all of my niggaz damage ya
Tryin to alter our lavish livin niggaz'll turn savage
Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo'
Makin sure all of you niggaz all say HHHHOOOO!

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