JAY-Z, R. Kelly, Lil’ Kim - Shake Ya Body lyrics

[JAY-Z, R. Kelly, Lil’ Kim - Shake Ya Body lyrics]

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

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)

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 "ADRI I IAN!"
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 shit up y'all and make it hot

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)

New York, Chicago, Atlanta, LA
Miami crazy like yippie-i yae
Rude boys in the club smokin' on hay
Smoke the choker weed, Cali and the Bay
Real live niggas - put y'all hands up
Wanna get tossed - drink that liquor
Who's got the industry locked?
Kelly and Jigga
Trackmasters - turn that shit up

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)

We got honies everywhere
Corks off the Cris' poppin' everywhere
(Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!)
Partyin' hard like we just don't care
(Woo! Woo)
The best of both worlds, that shit ain't fair

This shit ain't fair i, am, Jay, Hov'
Mami shake ya body body
Don't hurt nobody hottie
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
Huh? Huh? Huh? 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
Niggas'll never get me, I never move sloppy
Move with the Glock-50, got some 2Pac with me
Let's not test my gangsta, just
Raise your glasses
Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic

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, fuck the Harlem Shake
We "Slam" dance like Onyx, check my ebonics
You got
Heat nigga 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 Ice Cube I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy's
The cashiers embrace 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

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)

Uh huh!

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