Body Rock
See we get on with shit
We like to make you shake your ass (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
Move your hips (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
So we gonna do a little something like this (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
Flipmode (hmm-mm, hmm-mm), Bad Boy
Check this out (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
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
Chartin' number one, drinks in the sun (uh-huh)
80 times so we can 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, my slang
Rich motherfuckers gettin' chicks at the rucker (yeah)
Bringin' my team to the joint with Alan Iversan runnin' on point
Don't smoke a spliff (yeah) on the joint (uh)
And when (yeah) you see they on point (uh)
'Cause I, I be (yeah) that nigga wit' the million dollar figures (uh)
Gettin' all up in they bitches, leavin' they pussy in stitches, uh
Aye yo, I'm on to the next level
I'm gettin' rich, friends said I switch (uh-huh)
I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills
Pay my mom's bills (yeah), recoup a half a mil
Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o
You never seen (tell 'em) cash money fiend (word)
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, save all the gas, I make it last
To my people in the front if you ready to bump, say (uh)
(Don't stop the body rock) yo, ayo, yo
To my people in the back if your not a wack to say
(Don't stop the body rock) ayo, yo, yo
To my people in the left if you hot to death to say (yeah)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, ayy yo (that's right)
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, c'mon, yo
Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves (yeah)
'Cause I'm smoother than them dudes and 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 Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me (uh-huh)
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 (yeah)
'Cause I'm more in a broad way with all A's and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had in finance (that's right) so I never had to deduct shit one-point-eight
And every week I have to re-up (c'mon)
So what? So what?
Ayy yo, 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
A-A-A-All 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
Nigga, make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons
Ayy 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' (that's right)
Makin' sure all of you niggaz all stay home
To my people in the front if you ready to bump, say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) yo, ayo, yo
To my people in the back if your not a wack to say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) ayo, yo, yo
To my people in the left if you hot to death to say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, ayy yo (yeah)
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, c'mon, yo (yeah)
To my people in the front if you ready to bump, say
(Don't stop the body rock) yo, ayy yo, yo
To my people in the back if your not a wack to say
(Don't stop the body rock) ayo, yo, yo (to the broddas who be workin' it out)
To my people in the left if you hot to death to say (broddas gotta work it out)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, ayy yo (broddas gotta work it out)
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say (broddas gotta work it out)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, c'mon, yo
Flipmode, Bad Boy
And we won't stop
'Cause they can't stop
We like to make you shake your ass (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
Move your hips (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
So we gonna do a little something like this (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
Flipmode (hmm-mm, hmm-mm), Bad Boy
Check this out (hmm-mm, hmm-mm)
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
Chartin' number one, drinks in the sun (uh-huh)
80 times so we can 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, my slang
Rich motherfuckers gettin' chicks at the rucker (yeah)
Bringin' my team to the joint with Alan Iversan runnin' on point
Don't smoke a spliff (yeah) on the joint (uh)
And when (yeah) you see they on point (uh)
'Cause I, I be (yeah) that nigga wit' the million dollar figures (uh)
Gettin' all up in they bitches, leavin' they pussy in stitches, uh
Aye yo, I'm on to the next level
I'm gettin' rich, friends said I switch (uh-huh)
I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills
Pay my mom's bills (yeah), recoup a half a mil
Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o
You never seen (tell 'em) cash money fiend (word)
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, save all the gas, I make it last
To my people in the front if you ready to bump, say (uh)
(Don't stop the body rock) yo, ayo, yo
To my people in the back if your not a wack to say
(Don't stop the body rock) ayo, yo, yo
To my people in the left if you hot to death to say (yeah)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, ayy yo (that's right)
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, c'mon, yo
Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves (yeah)
'Cause I'm smoother than them dudes and 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 Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me (uh-huh)
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 (yeah)
'Cause I'm more in a broad way with all A's and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had in finance (that's right) so I never had to deduct shit one-point-eight
And every week I have to re-up (c'mon)
So what? So what?
Ayy yo, 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
A-A-A-All 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
Nigga, make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons
Ayy 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' (that's right)
Makin' sure all of you niggaz all stay home
To my people in the front if you ready to bump, say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) yo, ayo, yo
To my people in the back if your not a wack to say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) ayo, yo, yo
To my people in the left if you hot to death to say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, ayy yo (yeah)
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say (c'mon)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, c'mon, yo (yeah)
To my people in the front if you ready to bump, say
(Don't stop the body rock) yo, ayy yo, yo
To my people in the back if your not a wack to say
(Don't stop the body rock) ayo, yo, yo (to the broddas who be workin' it out)
To my people in the left if you hot to death to say (broddas gotta work it out)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, ayy yo (broddas gotta work it out)
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say (broddas gotta work it out)
(Don't stop the body rock) c'mon, c'mon, yo
Flipmode, Bad Boy
And we won't stop
'Cause they can't stop
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David J. Jolicoeur, Roger Mcnair, Mason Betha, Trevor Smith, Vincent L. Mason, Chucky Thompson, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Sean J. Combs
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