Body Y’all lyrics

[Intro]:
Yeah, yeah, n*gga this is Cali (hahahaha, blaow!), n*gga, this is Cali, the f*ck you thought this was? n*gga, this is Cali, what?

[Chorus]:
Y'all gon' make me body y'all
Body all o' y'all, like para-pop-pop-pop
Body y'all, body y'all
Y'all gon' make me body-ody all o' y'all
Like para-pop-pop-pop
n*gga, this is Cali

[Verse 1]:
I'll be the first n*gga to say I'm from the Bay
With MC Eiht in Murda Show, I had an A and the K
Now I can roll up in the Roverie? Joyce? in a Rolls Royce
Pull up on your b*tch in a luxury car, my choice
It's Westside, not yo' average G's
n*ggas bite the bullet in indo with chest cavities
Rules and regulations, watch us regulate Cali
From the mothaf*ckin' projects back down to the Valley
You can't come out here with no reprеsentation
Or get yo' ass caught up slippin' at the gas station, n*gga
Gеt knocked the f*ck out
And it's both our car, I'm just takin' it to my house
Hella D-rose and triple O, double OG's
Tryna get the California cheese
Put your mothaf*ckin' back out, strap on the side
Open up your chest 'bout this f*ckin' wide
n*ggas trip on colors and everybody know it
Gang task force on the scene, c*cked and loaded
Bring your hoe if you want, put the b*tch on the track
And if she fall off she ain't never come back, this is Cali
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]:
Yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all
I put his cherry pop on the wall y'all
You ain't never had a friend like me when the homies call
I'm still AmeriKKKa's Nightmare Dy-Dyin' 2 Ball
Jealous n*ggas still got me rollin' with the strap on the side
Bring my n*gga Draco along fulla ridas
About the power and money, the riders and b*tches
I got the thug disease and there ain't no cure for the sickness
And now I'm try-tryin' to get-a-get money like Mansa Musa
Don't f*ck with my gelato, my cream, n*gga, my gooda
Birds fly high thirty-thousand feet to be exact
Tracin' the package, makin' sure I got the right address
And when it land I'mma scream "touchdown" like NFL
'Cause I'm fresh out the belly of the beast and been through hell, n*gga
Street general, wit' a few lieutenants
Had 15 n*ggas at yo' house in 20 minutes, what
It's MOB though
Shoot me in the chest and I bleed weed smoke
Mob style, pull like Sammy the Bull
Send a bird to the trap, use a b*tch for the mule
This is Cali

[Chorus]