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PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Kelly
Performer
JAY-Z
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Kelly
Composer
Bobby Robinson
Composer
Mohandas Dewese
Composer
Kimberly Jones
Composer
Shawn Carter
Composer
Samuel Barnes
Composer
Jean Claude Olivier
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Poke & Tone
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shake ya body body, move ya body, body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body, body
Dip ya body body, work ya body, body
Anybody body, everybody body
[Verse 2]
Pub-o, drunk-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o
Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
Tone's in the dub with Momo and Poko
Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil
Fists rocking like Adrian
We come through like super friends
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six o'clock
And the party won't stop, 'bout to hit the IHOP
Got twenty inch mirrors rollin' under the drop
So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot
[Verse 3]
Shake ya body body, move ya body body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body body
Dip ya body body, work ya body body
Anybody body, everybody body
[Verse 4]
New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A.
Miami crazy like yippee-ki-yay
Rude boys in the club smokin' on hay
Smoke the choka week, Cali and the Bay
Real live ****, put y'all hands up
Wanna get tossed, drink that liquor
Who's got the industry locked, Kelly and Jigga
Crack my skull, turn that shit up
[Verse 5]
Shake ya body body, move ya body, body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body, body
Dip ya body body, work ya body, body
Anybody body, everybody body
[Verse 6]
We got honeys everywhere
Corks off the Cris' poppin' everywhere
Partyin' hard like we just don't care
The best of both worlds, that shit ain't fair
[Verse 7]
This shit ain't fair
I am Jay Hova
Mami shake ya body body, don't hurt nobody body
It's me in the god-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
The R&B thug and me, I would say I'm probably
The hardest rapper to ever cop a poppy and
Put it in a song, Ma how could you go wrong, huh?
Huh, huh?
[Verse 8]
Worse than an armed robbery
Know that I'm armed properly
Whenever the arm's rocky
You can go on clockin' me
Ain't nothin' gon' stop me
High as Allah I be
Movin' in peace but I
Move with the piece so them
Dudes in the street will never remove my piece
Huh, huh? Got me?
****'ll never get me, I never move sloppy
Move with the Glock-fifty, got some Tupac with me
Let's not test my gangsta, just raise your glasses
Mami, shake yo asses, this is a thug classic
[Verse 9]
Make a hole and let the queen come past
I come through in the speedboat
With 808s in the glass
Push big things here, bet most of y'all crash
Back to trainin' lightweights, you in the wrong weight class
[Verse 10]
Haters stay awake, fuck the Harlem Shake
We slam dance like Onyx, check my ebonics
You got heat, ****, you thinkin' we won't blaze?
Gotta come hard 'cause these are the last days
When I do it I do's it, ain't no more to it
Ask Ice Cube, I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy's, to cashiers that brace me
We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be
I pass on the six, they don't embrace me much
I want the bulletproof seven 'cause the doors lift up
They pick the best of all girls, so how y'all sound?
I got the best of both worlds holdin' me down
[Verse 11]
Shake ya body body, move ya body, body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body, body
Dip ya body body, work ya body, body
Anybody body, everybody body
Written by: Bobby Robinson, Jean Claude Olivier, Kimberly Jones, Mohandas Dewese, Robert Sylvester Kelly, Samuel Barnes, Shawn Carter