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Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Shake It Round & Round (12 Gauge) · Shake Drafi Shake (Drafi Deutscher) · Round and Round & Other Hits (Perry Como) · Round and Round Greatest Hits (Rat Attack) · Round and Round (Lee Konitz) · Music Goes Round and Round [Acrobat] (Tommy Dorsey) – and 90 other albums »


a stripper
She dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
When she pop that catalogue

Shake it off (shake it off)
Shake it down (shake it down)
doll, baby
Before you change your mind
And come on, when the rapture takes me
Be the fallen angel by my side

(Shake your rag doll baby)
(Shake it
lookin' for some fun
Waitin' for the bus
From Winder to come
I-I-I'm lookin' for my hon
Waitin' for that bus to come

Shake it to the last round
(Hot
It's no good praying to the powers that be
'Cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
No good praying to the pristine alters
Waiting
with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages
Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps
Twistin' off
the glock and make room

Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you
It's no good praying to the powers that be
'cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
No good praying to the pristine alters
Waiting for
It's no good praying to the powers that be
'Cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
No good praying to the pristine alters
Waiting
York City
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air

You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops
(boom)
If
It's no good praying to the powers that be  'Cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree  No good praying to the pristine alters  Waiting for
York City
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air

You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
It's no good praying to the powers that be
'cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
No good praying to the pristine alters
Waiting for
It's just another broken dream from a burnt out star
It's you, it's me, fuck it, fuck me

Hard rockin', 12 guage, charge, punch, full of rage
Pay
get it down like this
Whole squad buyin rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got
stumbled

Now it's a must that I can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge
Dust to get you high blown in the meanwhile my profile
Of my styles unusual
of Jimmy's Mack
Stood a round steel cage
Welded into shape by Slim,
Made out of sucker gauge.
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
Strapped in there
and track me down
And echo round and round and round

And time goes quickly
Or disappears completely
And I feel like I fade away
Like drowning

I
turning
Nigga

[Chorus]
Round and round as the world keeps turning
My enemies burning
My enemies jurn these burning
When it stops nobody knows
I m
break my stride or shake my pride
Without a homicide, case and trial
It's a long time comin', long nines bustin'
Cradle to the grave I be on my grind
gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams, it's quite obscene

Books are burning, more each day now
And I pray now,
to leave
It's all too clear
It's plain to see
No use in hanging round
You'll get by somehow
This time I have to leave

But love won't go away
I feel
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams, it's quite obscene

Books are burning, more each day now
And I pray now, you boys will
to fill

You can bet your ass by ten o'clock
It'll be all that you can take
To squeeze inside with the girls and guys
Who come out to do the shake
suppression of minorities. Well alright.
We'll take this planet, shake it round
And turn it upside down.
My supersonic rocket ship.

It ain't no magic,