Length: 3:33

/ Eight albums and no Amaretto Sour. Song number eleven.

You want to reach your destination
There is a road
and it’s paved with celluloid
You need to find your motivation
and you need to know
all the mine fields to avoid

They tryin’ 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
Come on!

The time has come today
The time is comin’ now
everybody be like Hoo-Gae
Everybody goin’ woah!

They tryin’ to play the game
They tryin’ to live the life
you can cut the desperation with a knife
You feel it in the air
you feel in in your gut
I’m a director
and this is the director’s cut

Show the whole world what your body’s got
Step in to the body shot (body shot)
Body shot (body shot)
Come on now, girl
get your body hot
step in to the body shot (body shot)
Body shot

Show the whole world what your body’s got
Step in to the body shot
Body shot

Come on now, girl
get tha body hot
step in to the body shot

You want a little more information
and you need to know
where to stick your knife and fork
you’re gonna make your habitation
in a bungalow
on the west side of east New York
Mama!

Your star’s about to shine
Your shit’s about to blow
Everybody going “Oh-yay!”
Everybody goin’ “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 a director
Lights camera action!

Show the whole world what your body’s got
Step in to the body shot (body shot)
Body shot (body shot)
Come on now, girl
get tha body hot
step in to the body shot (body shot)
Body shot

Show the whole world what your body’s got
Step in to the body shot
the body shot

Come on now, girl
get tha body hot
step in to the body shot

The body, body, body, body shot!
One shot. One shot, shot, shot, shot…

Oy!
[Random speech]

Shot – shot – shot – shot – shot – shot