You wanna reach your destination,
There is a road,
And it's paved with celluloid
You need to find your motivation,
You need to know
All the minefields to avoid
They trying to kill your reputation,
You got control,
But still you get annoyed
Players deal in desperation,
They come and go,
They can't kill Detroit
The time has come today,
The time is coming now,
Everybody be like "Who dey?”
Everybody going "Wow!”
They trying to play the game,
They trying to live the life,
You can cut the desperation with a knife
You feel it in the air,
You feel it in your gut,
I'm the director,
And this is the director's cut
Show the whole world, what your body's got,
Step into the body shot, (the body shot…the body shot…the body shot)
Come on now, girl, get your body hot,
Step into the body shot (the body shot…the body shot…the body shot)
Show the whole world, what your body's got,
Step into the body shot (the body shot)
Come on now, girl, get your body hot,
Step into the body shot (the body shot)
You want a little more information,
And you want to know, where to stick your knife and fork,
You gonna make your habitation
In a bungalow on the west side of East New York
Your star's about to shine,
Your shits about to blow,
Everybody be like "Oh yeah!”
Everybody going "Woah!”
Because demand is high,
They do demand supply,
Do something with your life before you die
You gonna feel the love,
You feel the satisfaction,
I'm the director,
Lights, camera, action!
Show the whole world, what your body's got,
Step into the body shot, (the body shot…the body shot…the body shot)
Come on now, girl, get your body hot,
Step into the body shot (the body shot…the body shot…the body shot)
Show the whole world, what your body's got,
Step into the body shot, (the body shot)
Come on now, girl, get your body hot,
Step into the body shot (the body shot)
("Half-ass African language mimicry,” ‒
D. V.)
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