The Body Rock

Lyrics

[Produced by Chuckie Thompson] [Intro: Puff Daddy] 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 gon' do a little somethin' like this (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm) Flipmode (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm), Bad Boy Check this out (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm) [Verse 1: Puff Daddy, Rampage & Both] Tell me how it feels, is it hot, is it not? Does it drop cash like a slot (Yeah) Does it stay streeted go pop Checkin' out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop Could chart at number one (Mm), drinks in the sun (Uh-huh) Eighty times a week I get sponged, 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 thang (Yeah), my slang Rich motherfucker, scoopin' chicks at the Rucker (Yeah) Bringing my team to the joint (Uh), wit' Allen Iverson runnin' on point (Yeah) Don't smoke a spliff on the joint (Uh, yeah) And when you see me they all point (Uh) Cause I (Yeah), I be that nigga wit' the million (Uh) dollar figures Gettin' all up (Gyeah) in they bitches Leavin' (Right) they pussy in stitches, uh [Verse 2: Rampage & Puff Daddy] Ayo, I'm on to the next level (Uh, uh) I'm gettin' rich (Uh-huh), friends said I switch I got (Uh) me a bad chick, live up in the hills (Hills) Pay my mom's bills (Bills) (Yeah), recoup a half a mil' (Uh) Still got my deal (Hehe), pop the 700 Benz-o You never seen (Tell 'em), cash money fiend (Word) A lot of cats wanna dream (C'mon) Pack a shorty black or Phillipian The way I eat my shrimps with steam I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what Yo, I split your whole spleen (Hehe) if you know what I mean Call me little rabcash, I get you (Uh) for your stash VIP pass (Pass), save all the gas (Gas), I make it last (Uh-huh, gotcha) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (All), Rampage & Ma$e] To my people in the front, if you ready to bump, (Uh) say (Don't stop the body rock!) Yo, ayo, yo A-to my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say (Don't stop the body rock!) Ayo, yo, yo A-to my people in the left, if you hot to death, say (C'mon, c'mon, yeah) (Don't stop the body rock!) C'mon, ayo (That's right) A-to my people on the right, wanna party tonight, just say (Don't stop the body rock!) C'mon, c'mon, yo [Verse 3: Ma$e & Puff Daddy] Since Ma$e refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves (Yeah) 'Cause I'm smoother than them dudes in them two thousand dollar shoes (That's right) When I move to new Jerus, 'cause I like the cruise And my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough I'm that Goodfell-ay, what the hell they can tell me (Uh-uh) Smoke my la-la out in L.A., who's ready? Juice heavy back in blue Chevy See Angelettie when a nigga need his chedd-ay (Yeah) 'Cause I'm rawer than a broad way With all yay's and platinum There been many things we touch Never had a partner (That's right) so I never had to deduct shit 1.8 And in a week I had to re-up (C'mon) So what, so what [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes & Ma$e] Ayo, check out the way me and my niggas always be rippin' shit The way that I display new flavor (Yeah) and do it so intricate Pitter and patter, patter and pitter all over this shit Uh-uh, uh-oh, y'all niggas be yappin' 'til I be sick of it Hit you with shit that y'all niggas'll never ever forget (Never) Fuckin' with my niggas is like you playin' Russian Roulette (Oooh) Ooh, me and my whole platoon coming soon Nigga make room, we diesel like a bunch of baboons Ayo, yo, think you can manage all of my niggas damage? Tryin' to alter our lavish livin' niggas'll turn savage Yo, Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo' (That's right) Makin' sure all of you niggas all say, "Hoooo!" [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (All) & Puff Daddy] To my people in the front, if you ready to bump, say (C'mon) (Don't stop the body rock) Yo, ayo, yo A-to my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say (C'mon) (Don't stop the body rock) Ayo, yo, yo (Yeah) A-to my people in the left, if you hot to death, say (C'mon) (Don't stop the body rock) C'mon, ayo (Yeah, yeah) A-to my people on the right, wanna party tonight, just say (C'mon) (Don't stop the body rock) (Yeah) C'mon, c'mon, yo (Yeah, yeah) To my people in the front, if you ready to bump, say (Yeah) (Don't stop the body rock) Yo, ayo, yo (You see? Alright then) A-to my people in the back, if you're not a wack, say (Don't stop the body rock) Ayo, yo, yo A-to my people in the left, if you hot to death, say (Don't stop the body rock) C'mon, ayo A-to my people on the right, wanna party tonight, just say (Don't stop the body rock) C'mon, c'mon, yo (Yeah) [Outro: Puff Daddy] Flipmode, Bad Boy And we won't stop, 'cause they can't stop [Hidden Track] [Intro: Spliff Star] Check it, what, hah, hah, haha, aha Yeah, yeah, (Yeah, yeah), yo [Verse: Spliff Star] It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon Who keep the gat between the brief and the denim The way the world is headed I can see Howard's Endin' I'm goin' to get this paper, from now to armageddon (Uh) My maps is too strict (Hah), my squad is too thick (Hah) I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip Since my man put me on (Uh-huh), I took another route (Say what) I'm wreckin' shows, you know, from here to over South (Hah) The motherfuckers know exact you talkin' about Spliff Star, see me on MTV (Fuck that!) I'm comin' to gain on soul trains (Uh-huh) Now I'm gettin' paid like that nigga Damon Wayne (Fuck that!) No more stress on the brain (Yo, fuck that!) No more sellin' cocaine (What?) I'm out there, I'm out there! On the radio (Hah), catch me in the video, doin' my thing (Uh-huh) Still smokin' Kushu Bang (Smokin') Just came off my P.O. (Oh), I'm in my basement, write enough flow That's right, my fuckin' brains open (Aha!) Got you jealous niggas on the side schoolin' (Yo), smell the weed I'm totin' And stink like skunk, I'm beatin' down you punks And shut the fuck up! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, ayo, ayo, what the f-, what the fuck is goin' on in my shit? Ayo, Spliff Star, how the fuck you up in my shit? Got your fuckin' songs on my LP, nigga? Nigga, we know yo' shit comin' out in '98, motherfucker! Have patience! Motherfucker tryna Bogart space on my LP