, well, well I guess I can give you one more chance Feel my body heat Come on feel my love Baby, what you need Is baby what you get Feel my body heat
Body to body Body to body, anybody baby Body to body, everybody baby Come on everybody, let's have a party, baby Come on everybody to the house of love
Hey, little girl I wanna tell you a secret I like your sexy body I like to talk to you I'll hear that hurdy gurdy And all my dreams come true Hey, sugar
Translation: Blue System. Body Heat.
Translation: Blue System. Body To Body.
Translation: Blue System. I Like Your Sexy Body.
I'm layed to rest Take my body to the ocean and have a water front ves' (Feel me) This will be my burial this eulogy will be in stereo Blue Angels will
the girl at a distance, moves are very hazy No sunshine in my life the way i deal is shady 3D Skip hip data to get the anti-matter Blue lines are the
praying just ain't helping at all 'Cause he can't seem to keep his self out of trouble So he goes out and he makes his money the best way he knows how Another body
in minus 10 [T minus 10] Headed straight for the Twilight, twilight Systems go Satellite, satellite Minus 10 Twilight, twilight Systems go Satellite satellite Minus 10 Twilight, twilight Systems
rawest Crack cocaine, heroin survivors with beats We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs Spittin' all we saw was stacks of rhymes written Elite, way too smart for the system
and get slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system
the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick
, I've got work to do I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
scam Makin' plans, beat the man that'll put him in [unverified] Cut for the loot to group, hit a troop or bank No thanks to the brothers in blue Freeze
comin' I think you better slide While you stay bitchin', another nigga missin' Bodies snatch you up, behold the cream Cought in hells kitchen, my trigger fingers itchin' Nervous system
trouble on my mind Refuse to lose But sometimes the flesh get's weak And I regret the decision I choose But I'm not trying to sing the blues 'Cuz life
blow that, WHOA! [Hook] [Verse 4] We roll big body Benz it's the navigators In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter Blue lights on the
