A rap-rock track for the ladies, submitted as Phee's first radio single.
A self-trained musical mimic from Chicago who currently works out of Orange County, CA, soundtrack's original compositions are designed to make people dance, fa
Story behind the song
Originally called "Body Shots," Mista Fly Lice scrapped the hook because as it was being field tested, public response established three things: 1) most people in the American public don't know what a body shot is, and 2) most women who did know what a body shot was thought the song was creepy because it was about body shots, and 3) only white people do body shots, so this song would've alienated every market it was intended to appeal to. So we changed it to "Body Rock" instead.
Lyrics
BODY ROCK
written by peter kim, ralph dalton
You don’t gotta rush, don’t hurry, hurry
It’s only eleven thirty, still early
Take whatever time you need, to look purrrty
Even though I know you dirty like Jersey
Why don’t you and your crew come around
Around two, if you’re down to down Skyy Blue
Or either Stoli, or Idol… you’re about to be
Seduced, by Grey Goose, upon arrival
SHOOT! like a rifle, SCORE! like I’m Michael,
Doin’ all the forbidden sh** , that’s in the Bible,
Grabbin’ a lime, and makin’ the room spiral, I’m
Movin’ ya thighs, by makin’ the tune tribal
‘Cuz Hell is hot, an’ Heaven’s not, better be
Ready to rock, girl, for goodness’ sake
You shouldn’t be in my hood this late
Now I wanna know how good you taste
Body rock… let your body rock…
Let your body rock… let your body rock… all night long…
This, is, your, last, chance, to
Make, some-thin’, hap-pen, just POUR!
Pour… more… por favor
Bartender, please, another round before I
Make a, big mistake, takin’ home a whore
That’s gonna give me a rash or a canker sore, Lord
Gimme the baddest b*** on the block
Smooth like a Mudslide, cooled on the rocks
I wanna see her drop, when she move what she got
Not a girl who forgot that she ain’t on the clock
Puttin’ the ass, in ass-assin,
With a dress, you would guess, is a napkin
And it’s why, I had to get, snappin’, on
Them Saturns tryin’ to be Astons (oooow!)
You and me, like a Coke and a Captain
Suddenly, feelin’ hope an’ attraction
You’d agree, to elope to the Aspens
Jewelry, wedding, honeymoon, and a mansion
(Third verse open)
