your body. You know I love your body. Girl, I need your body. Why don't you come home with me now. Girl, I want your body. You know I love your body.
ya Let's dance, let's shout Shake you body down to the ground Let's dance, let's shout Shake you body down to the ground Let's dance, let's shout Shake you body
day and age We gotta rearrange and flip the page Living encased like animals and cannibals Eating each other alive just to survive the nine to five
ain't really pretty but she got a nice body I'm geeked up thinkin' this 'Buffie the Body' Ain't your name Lil' Trina? 'Cause you look like Janet Jackson
Shut 'Em Down" The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember
up and then transform. From BB King to Bo Diddly. Ed Sullivan. Remember he sreamed to be seen with the Beatles and the Jackson Five. The Who, The Doors
, weed, pussy, money, weed Oh, yes I love her like I ought to I see you at the alter, Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter or son, more than one Maybe five like the Jacksons
it She gave me relations, so now we related The morning comes, the picture faded Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light? Little Dog, Bigger Bite, Jackson Five
money, you know what I'm saying? Yea yea Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe you know what I'm saying? Yea yea 'Cause we spendin' these Jackson
in Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
back that black brother sound wack A bust a new style, grease your hair with NuNile Do wrecks flex the Bronx fronters that step up next New jacks can
bitch?, You the bitch Who the snitch?, You the snitch Who the bitch?, You the bitch Look, get ya mask took off when I blast four off Pump the shorty, throw your body
ain't really pretty but she got a nice body I'm geeked up thinkin' this Buffie the body Ain't your name 'Lil Trina 'cause you look like Janet Jackson
wanting some more I don't care what your saying You're talking in my ear much too loud And the music's taking my body On a trip from nine to five Keep
murder me? Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin' Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson
five dimensions, six senses Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit With the probable tenth, the universe expands length The body
