Letras de Body Rock

Oh Lord
Camillitary man
All pussy niggas make your way toward 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 claiming you a boxer and ain't heard of Ali
Breaking off pussy niggas saying words about me
Definition of real nigga is a certified me
I'm passing through customs with American ID
Puerto Rican at the gate telling me "Hurry, papi"

Southwestern Airlines with the burner I′ll be
Letting one off in the air, the other sure to fly free
If you hating, tough nigga, turn that dude to a stutterer
Gunning like I′m a governor from the south, I'm a southerner
I′m never loving her, I just put rubber glove in her
Then I go get another ho when her lover discovers her

You niggas know you in trouble
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 got a girl then don't get a beatdown because of her

Your metal metal hit your head with the barrel
Make your head cave in and have your head looking narrow
Then I head to the ghetto to get rid of my metal vehicle
Changing orange to the red to the yellow
I′m Chamillionaire, one of the south's hardest lyricists
Know you pussies hearing this, salute the color-changing pyramid
Other boys in trouble, other boys is gimmicks, kid
If you speak up for 'em then your career disappear with his

Southern niggas don′t dance, we be sagging our pants
So low you can see our boxers, man
We body rock, we body rock (What else?)
We body rock, we body rock (For sure)
Southern niggas don′t dance, we be sagging our pants
So low you can see our boxers, man
We body rock, we body rock (What else?)
We body rock, body rock, body rock (Man)

Only imagine how close all the diamonds in the jewels sit
Invisible setting canary yellow as a tulip
I can spit some calm words to you through my two lips
Or I can have them hollow tips popping up out them two clips

You picked, don't run up on me with your tool slick
I′ll be damned if I get jacked with a strap under my blue knit

Don't do nothing foolish ′cause I completely lose it
Give a player a new breathing hole with a pool stick
I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics
They come in groups of two or more and they be wanna do it
Got females that do lick and some that strictly do dick
And if you're freaky, prove it, I go get the cool whip
But if you love yourself so much that you don′t wanna prove it
Then you can get up out of here and you can get excluded
Don't know what clique that you with, I'm king of the new clique
What color changing click-clack rap, I plan to rule it

Southern niggas don′t dance, we be sagging our pants
So low you can see our boxers, man
We body rock, we body rock (What else?)
We body rock, we body rock (For sure)
Southern niggas don′t dance, we be sagging our pants
So low you can see our boxers, man
We body rock, we body rock (What else?)
We body rock, body rock, body rock (Man)

Mixtape Messiah

You know I've been doing this rap thing for a long time
And I′ve been getting a lot of love from all my fans
All across the globe, you know what I'm saying?
And I just wanna take this time to let y′all know
That I appreciate y'all for supporting me
Because without y′all I wouldn't be where I'm at today
So, uh, regardless of what anybody tells you
I got love for my fans, especially the ladies
The royal penis is clean, your highness
Appreciate you, baby