Вершы: Jay-Z. The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly). Take You Home With Me a.k.a. Body.

Uh, uh, uh, Kel's
Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go

Girl, you know you got a body
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body?
(Do you want it?)

Girl, I wanna freak your body
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

Girl, you know you got a body
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body?
(Do you want it?)

Girl, I wanna freak your body
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV , whoa

I crept up behind her
Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice
I call mami Montana, bandanna
Tied her hands up, this is gangsta love

Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked
This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude
Poured a glass of Army, got mami in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge"

I think I might wife her
You know, powder blue [unverified] suit, white-Nike her
Add mami to the cypher
R.O.C. for life 'cuz the gang, motherfucker

Girl, you know you got a body
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body?
(Do you want it?)

Girl, I wanna freak your body
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

I make ya hotter than the next bitch, no need
For you to ever sweat the next bitch, with speed
I make the next bitch see the exit, indeed
Gotta know you're verily respected, by me

You get the keys to the Lexus but no drive
You get your own [unverified], she through ridin'
Keep yo' ass tighter than Versace
That's why you gotta watch yo' friends

You gotta watch me, they connivin' shit
See, I just wanna freak your body
I know you don't do this for everybody
But everybody ain't as horny as me
And your body's callin' me

Girl, you know you got a body
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body?
(Do you want it?)

Girl, I wanna freak your body
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

Uh, yeah
Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag
The thick-stitched seam and her favorite ass jeans
Y'all know the first date wearers
To make objects bigger than they appear like a rear view mirror

Oh, her shoe game is real
She gave 'em the [unverified] with the four inch heels
But honestly, my favorite type of gear
Is a scrunchy for her hair and [unverified] underwear, clear?

Girl, I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Do what we came to do
Girl, I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Baby, I want you, yeah

Girl, you know you got a body
(Do you like it?)
Where you get your little body?
(Do you want it?)

Girl, I wanna freak your body
(What you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

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