Body Rock Lyrics - Chamillionaire

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 

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!