Pretty Ricky - Your body

Tekst :

Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I m lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain t gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I ll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)

[Baby Blue]
I don t know why, but the ladies call ol baby blue the sticker
They take me and rape me and make me they victim
I lick em and freak em if they married I see ya
If they look like wifey material, then I keep em
Stuntin through the city tryin to find a lady who
Beautiful, but she gotta have booty too
Baby blue gonna let you do what you wanna do
You can feel on it if you really want to
Get a taste of the salami
knock knock knock knock you down like a tsunami
bust in you like atomi-ee
I mma ahead of my class gettin head in the jag
look in the duffle bag see benjamin heads on the cash

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I m lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain t gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I ll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)

Top down blue star tag
Ol master bear skin rugs in the jag
Spectac with the bad chick in the back
tryin ta beat it up like an Everlast punching bag
hotter than a bisquick biscuit out the oven
your baby mama go on missions to get this lovin
we kissin and huggin she never pick her phone up
You be lookin for her while we doin the grown up
she complain when she catch back spasms,
but she love when she get the back to back orgasms
yes sir, the game is automatic, give it to em one time
They come back like addicts.

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I m lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain t gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I ll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)

[Slick Em]
Well let me step up in this thang
Right lookin smellin good
lookin good Spec and Baby Blue and Pleasure Fool
That s all we got!
let me drop my top pull up in the parking lot
grab a grape soda bag of chips
that s all I got
park outside minglin wit my homeboys
faked out fake hugs leave me alone boy
plus the candy lookin good enough to eat
you can tell by the way the girls actin cross the street
but on the other hand
Alfalfa Just hit me on my metro
say a party in the park hard baby let s go
the balla tick no questions asked, so I jumped out the white jag
smooth like Shaq come her girl!

I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I m lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain t gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I ll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)
My body, your body (it s burnin up)

Inne utwory

  • Push it
  • On the rocks
  • Shorty will you be mine
  • Make it like it was
  • Chevy
  • Too young
  • Play house
  • I want you
  • So confused
  • La la la la
  • Stay
  • Everybody get up
  • Leave it all up to you
  • Get you wet
  • Grind with me
  • Love like honey
  • Up and down
  • Lay your body down
  • Nothing but a number
  • Losowe utwory

    Radio

    I remember shoot outs over necklaces
    little debbie breaksfasts
    Growing up in the projects, life stinks
    drinking fifths of hennessy to forget my misery
    Struggling out here in these streets
    Barely living in this world
    and this world is just so hateful

    [Chorus]
    It s just so hateful
    the kids are...

    Ad arma ad arma

    In total control
    Total supremacy
    Terror spreads with increasing speed
    Towards the west from the east

    Soldiers scream out in fascination
    Caused by horror beyond their imagination
    Killing humanity in one glorious moment of passion
    Sought pleasure in that one moment of total satisfaction
    Call out for global suicide
    Mankind s only saviour from life

    Humanity wondering what went wrong
    Dying...

    Tabula rasa

    The kid next door is defective, the trees are rotting and bendingto the ground
    Watch the un-tainted innocence, collapse into lewd misfortunes
    And I swear, but the truth feels so empty
    And I run, but there s darkness everywhere
    Paralyzed you can t see
    Paranoid you can t sleep
    Through the lies that surround you
    Paralyzed you...

    Be my lover

    Be My Lover
    Wanna Be My Lover

    Looking back at all the time we spent together
    You oughta know by know if you wanna be my lover
    Wanna be my lover
    Go ahead but take your time cuz you gotta be
    secure
    Before I make you mine baby you have...

    Driving home for christmas

    I m driving home for Christmas
    Oh, I can t wait to see those faces
    I m driving home for Christmas, yea
    Well I m moving down that line
    And it s been so long
    But I will be there
    I sing this song...