Shake ya body
by Lil' Kim
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[R] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Chorus: R. Kelly] + (Lil´ Kim)
Uh-huh (shake ya body body, move ya body body)
Uh-huh (twist ya body body, switch ya body body)
Uh-huh (dip ya body body, work ya body body)
Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body)
[R. Kelly]
Pub-o, drank-o, ´dro plus the Bev-o
Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
Tone´s in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o
Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil
Fists rockin like "ADRIIIAN!"
We come through like "Superfriends!"
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it´s six o´clock
And the party won´t stop, bout to hit the IHOP
Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop
So clap that s**t up y´all and make it hot
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A.
Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae
Rude boys in the club smokin on hay
Smoke the (?) weed, Cali and the Bay
Real live n***az - put y´all hands up
Wanna get tossed - drink that liquor
Who´s got the industry locked - Kelly and Jigga
Crack my skull - turn that s**t up
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
We got honies everywhere
Corks off the Cris´ poppin everywhere
Partyin hard like we just don´t care
The best of both worlds, that s**t ain´t fair
[Jay-Z]
This s**t ain´t fair
I, am, Jay, Hov´
Mami shake ya body body, don´t hurt no-body body
It´s me in the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
of R&B thug and me I would say I´m probably
the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and
put it in a song, ma how could you go wrong ha? ha? ha? ha?
Worse than a armed robbery
Know that I´m armed properly, whenever the arm´s rocky
You can go on clockin me, ain´t nuttin gon´ stop me
High as Allah I be, movin in peace but I
move with the piece, so them, dudes in the streets
will never remove my piece, ha? ha?, got me
n***az´ll never get me, I never move sloppy
Move with the glock-50, got some Tupac with me
Let´s not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses
Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic
[Lil´ Kim]
Make a hole make a hole and let the Queen come past
I come through in the speedboat, with 808´s in the glass
Push big things here, bet most of y´all crash
Back to trainin lightweights, you in the wrong weight class
Haters, stay awake, f**k the Harlem Shake
We "Slam" dance like Onyx, check my ebonics
You got, heat n***a you thinkin we won´t blaze?
Gotta come hard cause these are the last days
When I, do it I do´s it, ain´t no more to it (word)
Ask (?) I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy´s, to cashiers that brace me
We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be
I pass on the 6, they don´t impress me much
I want the bulletproof 7 cause the doors lift up
They pick the best of all girls, so how y´all sound?
I got the best of both worlds, holdin me down
[Chorus]
[R] Uh-huh!
[Chorus: R. Kelly] + (Lil´ Kim)
Uh-huh (shake ya body body, move ya body body)
Uh-huh (twist ya body body, switch ya body body)
Uh-huh (dip ya body body, work ya body body)
Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body)
[R. Kelly]
Pub-o, drank-o, ´dro plus the Bev-o
Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
Tone´s in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o
Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil
Fists rockin like "ADRIIIAN!"
We come through like "Superfriends!"
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it´s six o´clock
And the party won´t stop, bout to hit the IHOP
Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop
So clap that s**t up y´all and make it hot
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A.
Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae
Rude boys in the club smokin on hay
Smoke the (?) weed, Cali and the Bay
Real live n***az - put y´all hands up
Wanna get tossed - drink that liquor
Who´s got the industry locked - Kelly and Jigga
Crack my skull - turn that s**t up
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
We got honies everywhere
Corks off the Cris´ poppin everywhere
Partyin hard like we just don´t care
The best of both worlds, that s**t ain´t fair
[Jay-Z]
This s**t ain´t fair
I, am, Jay, Hov´
Mami shake ya body body, don´t hurt no-body body
It´s me in the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
of R&B thug and me I would say I´m probably
the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and
put it in a song, ma how could you go wrong ha? ha? ha? ha?
Worse than a armed robbery
Know that I´m armed properly, whenever the arm´s rocky
You can go on clockin me, ain´t nuttin gon´ stop me
High as Allah I be, movin in peace but I
move with the piece, so them, dudes in the streets
will never remove my piece, ha? ha?, got me
n***az´ll never get me, I never move sloppy
Move with the glock-50, got some Tupac with me
Let´s not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses
Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic
[Lil´ Kim]
Make a hole make a hole and let the Queen come past
I come through in the speedboat, with 808´s in the glass
Push big things here, bet most of y´all crash
Back to trainin lightweights, you in the wrong weight class
Haters, stay awake, f**k the Harlem Shake
We "Slam" dance like Onyx, check my ebonics
You got, heat n***a you thinkin we won´t blaze?
Gotta come hard cause these are the last days
When I, do it I do´s it, ain´t no more to it (word)
Ask (?) I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy´s, to cashiers that brace me
We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be
I pass on the 6, they don´t impress me much
I want the bulletproof 7 cause the doors lift up
They pick the best of all girls, so how y´all sound?
I got the best of both worlds, holdin me down
[Chorus]
[R] Uh-huh!