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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) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Round and Round & Other Hits (Perry Como) · Round and Round Greatest Hits (Rat Attack) · Round and Round (Lee Konitz) – and 90 other albums »


Find a little hope in the jar 
There's got to be sanity 'round here somewhere 
And then shake it up. 

A simple message, simple virtues three 
But
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
on my second glass of melancholy wine
I can't shake this addiction no matter what
I do it's gonna take a 12 step plan to get me over you
I should know
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
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
And nothing's gonna turn me round
Don't turn around, give it to me straight
I'm on my way and nothing's gonna shake me
I'll hold my ground
Wild horses won't
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
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
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
hearin' shots ring out 12 o'clock at night
A car full of dead niggas in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot 'em up
But now they
Push it round, kick it down
Never mind the bullshit
Let's get this show on the road
You'll see what you want to see
You'll dream what you want to dream
dust
For the love of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Kill us with your fist now baby mix it with me
You see me function better when I get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I function better with
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
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
spine
A dead goat got pregnant and said it was mine
Ganksta N-I-P - I'm down with the Mob
Cuttin' off heads was my last year's Summer job
Blame it on TV -
patience runnin' thinner
Backstabbed by her friend Katrina
If your life is tasting bitter
My boy Jack can make it sweeter
This that, this that, shake it
Squeeze the trigger
  
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin'
get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call
In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty/fifty
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
of twisted steel
The stearing wheel becomes his meal

This man watches his TV
Scanning channels endlessly
Stops at station forty-four
It's the Wicked Clown
it all goes down. 
Here's ya cup baby take a sip
Tell the waitress bring another round.

[Chorus]
Make a shakedown mama like cops on the block