Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - Body Rock songtekst

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[Talking]

Hol' Up



Chamillitary mayne



All pussy niggaz make your way

To the exit right now



It's finna' go down



[Verse 1]

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

(Haha) You niggaz know you in trouble

I'm more trouble if you don't know 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

Im 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 dissappear with his



Chorus]

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!



[Verse 2]

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 loose 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, and some that strictly do dick

And if your freaky prove it, I'll go get the cool whip

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



[Chorus]

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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