Artist: Twista f/ Do or Die, Johnny P Album: Category F5 Song: Yo Body Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro/Interlude: Johnny P] Now when I touch on yo' body babe (touch on yo' body babe) When I grab on yo' body babe (when I grab on yo' body babe) When I feel on yo' body baby (when I feel on yo' body babe) I say ooooh, ooh-ooh hell yeah [AK-47] Can I, reintroduce myself? From the city of the Chi, Westside, ain't it mayne That puts a flame to the mary-jane Now with the same thang with main in the left lane, peep game Put the duck in the ashtray, got on the freeway Spread a lil' cologne on the car seat Then I got up with Big D and six freaks They was thick as hell, you understand me? I was sippin on Patrón about to fade out Got up with lil' ma, had the whole lick laid out Put the Gucci on the do' seat, countin some mo' G's The dice game damn near broke me So I'm comin for more cheese and put a pound of weed with fo' B's, my thumper and my do' keys Walked up like she know me I gotta keep it movin cause she probably be the police So I, turned tough, told her meet me at the Range Rov' Been gettin money so I gotta go change clothes Bumped out with the same hoes then I rent a hotel cause I got it on the main flo' All them lookin bad but I wanna hit the main fo' What you think I'm spittin game fo'? Cause I can talk a leopard out its spots Ándele, ándele, ándele, chop-chop [Chorus: Johnny P] I gotta beg for yo' body, girl I need yo' body I see you want my body every time I see yo' body I say ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooh-oooh And if you was a car, girl you'd be a Phantom Yo' ass and yo' titties, ain't no tellin if I had 'em What I'd doooo, what I'd doooo, what I'd doooo, ooh-oooh [Belo Zero] I was chose in this game to be a cold motherfucker with the fe's and the 'llac I let the roof fold down while I'm gettin good head smokin trees in the back You see the mix with the jewels and the stacks Don't try to pull it, I got goons with the gats My money long like a python Makin your bitch say, "Fuck it, I'ma roll with a mack" (uh-huh) Belo gettin all that dough Belo gon' pimp them hoes Belo gettin all that show And my mink gon' touch the flo' Motherfucker get on skid road Like I said you already know P-O P-I-M-P, uhh [Chorus] [Twista] Girl, you got a bangin body like a Bugatti She got work like a cookin pot She got legs like a potential hit (yes) And a frame like a crooked cop But who the one the women lookin spectacular for? Who the one that got the bump in the back of the truck? Who the one that saw the body with the booty of a Maserati while I'm in the party way back of the cut? You be kinda remindin of my G princess so I gotta say majesty when I say that And when I see the way the fatty look way back You be kinda remindin me of a Maybach You be the type I know I might kiss And if I flow it right, I know I'm so righteous And if you wanna try to get as lyrical as the Twist Gotta flow li-like-li-li-li-li-like this (like this) So now I'ma go, to the back, get a cup, fill it up with a drink, when I mack, on a hoe Triple it up, when I get up, I wanna cut cause I be Twist, and I'ma kick, a spectac-ular flow How I spit you know I got the glory, know it's kinda gory when I come out of a laboratory, let's ride Ain't no fuckin with the Twista J.P., Do or Die, you are now with the Category F5... [Chorus] [Interlude]