patience Slow rotation Keep it clapping for me girl, more ovation Got me doing shit, girl that body dangerous Motivational speaker thats uses body language And I read
really leave my mind Are you the love of my lifetime 'Cause there's been times I've had my doubts We were just kids when I first kissed you In the attic of my
I fill up my tummy She?d rather tease me than __ my program And keep me in so I make minimal money It?s no use, she?s kissin my neck I don?t wanna stop now Keep kissin my
icon my shit's the bomb When I die lay me face down in the grass so when they view my body all y'all can kiss my ass my obituary'll read: When it comes
Van Dyke Better hit that map right, read them directions Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise
'll know it's true I never wanted anyone like this It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss You'll feel it in my kiss Because, I'm crazy for you
fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking down at my body attached
Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo [Killah Priest] The mouth and tongue of Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government Go 'head and make my
Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs Young niggas think they hungry then you feed 'em a nine Might kidnap they ass start feedin
Don't be tapping my shoulders Or patting me on the back Or pullin' my arm Checkin my size I'm liable to do you harm, My temple is my prize I'm wise
The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin' war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death
And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes As our days about to pass and them days in the past He set my mind free so my mind free at last So much
body Crosses for the power, ghetto bitches for the swiley Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happening Competition got me on the rampage, Jackson Part of my
Shorty I Can't Get Enough You Can Be My Girlfriend You Can Be My Boo You Can Be My Girlfriend You Can Be My Boo An' I Can Be My Boyfriend You Can Call
Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the
kissed you yet, I don't think I can handle it Just a hopeless romantic I hear your body talkin', ooh, sweet words of love sublime Tell me, can you read my
Nigga march wit us. if not, Cass put em on sum whole nother chart from us. Body Bagz! Cassidy: I got my hand on my damn cock Cause man, I copped a gun