Bodysnatchers

[Intro - Terrar]<br>Yeah, yeah..<br>What y`all wanna do?<br>What y`all wanna do?<br>C-L, I-P, S-E, N-E-R-D<br>What y`all wanna do?<br><br>[Verse - Terrar]<br>My coke money`s in cleaners<br>Give it a fresh rinse<br>That bitch wit the tech, first line of defense<br>Pullin` up in the Ac` black shit wit dents<br>Test her aim, we`ll be speaking your name in past tense<br>Dress have you stressed till all black the scheme<br>Chest poor formation when I`m wit my team<br>Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings<br>How we floss, high gloss, we livid through your dreams<br>Death before dishonor, cut by Kitana<br>Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana<br>Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna<br>Like I asked though, but her head was the trauma<br>Arrogant for a reason, sex all season<br>Two chicks, one dick, the odds are uneven<br>Niggaz die for treason, heart stop beating<br>Hang em from the lightpoles wintertime, when it`s freezing<br>Take the safety off lock, forty cali` chrome cock<br>All I wanna hear, pows and pops<br>And your last two breaths fore your breathin stop<br>Bodysnatch you, whether it`s rhythm or ones<br>Bodysnatch you, whether grenade or guns<br>Yo to all of my rivals, hold you bitches liable<br>When it`s time I`m pulling out my nine from the Bible<br><br>[Chorus - Magnum & (Pharrell)] (2x)<br>I`ma catch your body tonight (tonight)<br>Give a fuck about the blue light (blue light)<br>Like you can`t get debate the rhythm (can`t wait to get him)<br>I`ma snatch your body tonight (tonight)<br><br>[Verse - Pharrell Williams]<br>Yo, Hell Hath No Fury, look at my jewelry<br>Blew the fuck out, like Jesus gave it to me<br>Virginia`s where my spot be, NSX car keys<br>Don`t try to take em, I`m twin glockly<br>Eat you like broccoli, then spit the stems<br>Description, Liberace, fits the gems<br>Was six when I traveled, the young black Pharrell<br>Walk you out your crib wit your lips around the barrel<br>Niggaz wanna murder me, dirty me<br>Jesus died and rose at the age of thirty-three<br>Resurrection bitch, my pertection bitch<br>Your head`s about the have Devil`s numbers etched in, bitch<br>There`s that bitch Annie, with the eyes that sandy<br>Girl of the supplier`s brother, named Minny<br>Glock many tecs so security could scan me<br>Hit of the year, I better get a street Grammy<br>It`s hot in this back seat, slut bitch fammy<br>There`s that nigga, rest in Miami<br>The voice of Tammy Lucas means I`m gon shoot this heater<br>And mack entire crews like Reba<br>My nigga Q-Ball, got eighty rounds to do y`all<br>In God I wait, call em I can`t wait to get to y`all<br>A genie is blasphemus, anthraxous<br>And who makes money, cleaning money, through taxes?<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse - Malice]<br>You can catch me in the back of the club, wit a buzz<br>Wilding out frivolous, it`s about ten of us<br>Cats they envy us, wanna bust, either them or us<br>What a rush when they make attempts to finish us<br>Can`t diminish us, our plan to sinister<br>When it`s all done and said, you in the need of ministers<br>I`m the nigga that you feel, for wetting you up<br>Make you feel like everything`s love and setting you up<br>We blown up, and these blocks got em sewn up<br>Niggaz talking funny on my cell, hang the phone up<br>Chicks wit the blunts, pull the pump shotty outta your bunk<br>Body in a slump, either way, making em jump<br>We got pretty cars, key to the city ours<br>We the type to get a free lap dance, in titty bars<br>Y`all floss, nah, we flaunt like drugs ours<br>Sky`s the limit, so we fly and touch stars<br>Fuck y`all, no good full of hate niggaz<br>Rush up in your spot, where my where the cake niggaz<br>Break niggaz, wit the heat, penetrate niggaz<br>And move it down south like my out of state niggaz<br>Ill right? hit you wit two, now what it feel like?<br>Looking like some TV shit, but this is real life<br>Fuck, we got pies to slice, jewels to ice<br>Feel the wrath of this Clipse shit, lose your life<br><br>[Chorus - repeat 4x]