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Chamillionaire( Hakeem Seriki )
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Body Rock
Lyricist:Hakeem Seriki
Hol' Up Chamillitary mayne All pussy niggaz make your way To the exit right now It's finna' go down
How you up on the East and West and you ain't heard about me That's like claimin' you a boxer and ain't heard of Ali Breakin' off pussy niggaz saying words about me Definition of a real nigga is a certified me
I'm passin' through customs with American I.D. Puerto Rican at the gate tellin' me, 'Hurry Papi' Southwestern Airlines with the burner, I'll be Lettin' one off in the air, the other sure to fly free
If you hatin', tough nigga, turn that dude to a stuttera Govern like I'm a Governor, from the South, I'm a Southerna I'm never lovin' her, I just put rubber gloves in her And I go get another hoe when her lover discovers her
You niggaz know you in trouble I'm more trouble if you don't know what the hell you in trouble for But please, please, don't make the punisher punish ya If you gotta girl, then don't get a beat down because of her
Yo metal, metal, hit yo head with the barrel Make yo head cave in, have yo head lookin' narrow Then I head to the ghetto, to get rid of my metal Vehicle changin' orange, to the red, to the yellow
One Chamillionaire, one of the south's harders lyricist Now you pussy's hearin' this, salute the color changin' pyramid Other boys is trouble, other boys is gimmicks kid If you speak up for 'em, then yo career disappear with his
Southern niggaz don't dance We be saggin' our pants So low you could see our boxers mayne We body rock, we body rock (What else?) We body rock, we body rock (Fa' sho')
Southern niggaz don't dance We be saggin' our pants Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So low you could see our boxers mayne We body rock, we body rock (What else?) We body rock, body rock, body rock Mayne!
Only imagine how close, all the diamonds in the jewel sit Invisable set, canary yellow as a tulip I could spit some calm words to you through my two lips Or I could have them hollow tips, poppin' out them two clips
You pick, don't run up on me with your tool slick I be damned if I get jacked with a strap up under my blue knit Don't do nothing foolish, 'cause I'll completely lose it Give a player a new breathin' hole with a pool stick
I got hoes, square rooted, doubles and cubics They be come in groups of two or more And they be wantin' to do it Got females that do lick (What else?) And some that strictly do dick And if your freaky prove it, I'll go get the cool whip (Yeah)
If you love yourself so much that you don't want to prove it You can get up outta here and you could get excluded Don't know what click that you with, I'm king of the new click (What click?) Click color change clack, rap, I plan to rule this
Southern niggaz don't dance We be saggin' our pants So low you could see our boxers mayne We body rock, we body rock (What else?) We body rock, we body rock (Fa' sho')
Southern niggaz don't dance We be saggin' our pants So low you could see our boxers mayne We body rock, we body rock (What else?) We body rock, body rock, body rock Mayne!
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