Lyrics: Your Body

Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir

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)
we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir)
then baby we could make love (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)

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

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)
we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir)
then baby we could make love (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

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)
we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir)
then baby we could make love (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)

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)
we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir)
then baby we could make love (yes sir)

My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)