Shake

Cam’ron & J.R. Writer - In English, USA, East Coast Rap, Rap
Shake
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Release Date: December 7, 2004
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[Intro: Cam'ron] Killa, Jones, Freekey, Santana, come on Shake, shake, shake, uh Shake, shake, up Shake it down, up, down, up, around Shake, shake, shake (Killa, come on) Yo [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Who wanna mess with me? Or come mess with me Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean Way I glitz and gleam, trigger team, click the beam Hit the fiend, give 'em lean, clickin' like I'm nicotine But it's all for the green like Listerine Had to diss the queen thinkin' I'ma get her jeans I ain't Ginuwine (Nah), ma, my mission's mean On my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream I sit in Bahamas with Alyssa Milano Got the Cris' and the ganja and it's gettin' her calmer Comma, now she cryin', she missin' her mama Just a steppin' stone for me, now I'm hittin Madonna And she twistin' the fauna as we sit in the sauna Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin' the 'conda [Pre-Chorus] We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on [Chorus: Cam'ron] Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin' See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin' Shake somethin', shake somethin' (Killa, uh) Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh (Yo, uh, yo) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] And I got some girls, about five or six And a five and six, about five or six I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick Who as live as this? My pool size is sick But swim in my pants, dive for dick They call me Moby, my paws are piff Tell her free Willy if your thighs are thick And your ass is fat and your head is right And your dough is good, we can smash tonight Right here in the car, ma, at the light If you ask for cash, oh, I'm mad for life Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight If you get mad, clap or grab a bite (What?) Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite, Killa [Pre-Chorus] We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on [Chorus: Cam'ron & JR Writer] Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin' See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin' Shake somethin', shake somethin' Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh (Yeah, uh-huh, yo) [Verse 3: JR Writer] In front of the club (Club), drop coupes and trucks (Trucks) I'ma front in the club (Club), with a hundreds of studs (Studs) A gun and some bud (Bud), through the metal detector The metal detect you, settle and wet you I don't mettle with extra (Nope), you fakes and clowns (Clowns) I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? (Sound) I got apes and hounds (Hounds), he just pace around ('Round) And I'll lace you down (Down), but I'm lookin' for (What?) A Manhattan ho (What else?), or a Brooklyn whore (Whore) A Bronx bitch to let me look, explore (Explore) Up front, but beat around the bush for sure 'Til her tush is sore (Sore), hit it doggy-style (Style) Get it doggy-style, you know your doggy's style I'ma mack or more (More), and it's smash or more (More) VIP up between the bathroom stalls [Pre-Chorus] We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma, twist your hips, then lick your lips, come on [Chorus: Cam'ron] Ma, you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin' See your booty panties, ma, shake somethin' Shake somethin', shake somethin' Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin', uh