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Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · Live & Unplugged im Gibson Club Frankfurt (Wirtz) · Debbie/Jours Etran (Saez) · Waltz for Debbie [Japan Bonus Track] (Bill Evans) · Debbie/Am I That Easy to Forget? (Debbie Reynolds) · Debbie (Debbie Reynolds) · Debbie/Jours Etran (Saez) · Waltz for Debbie (Chris McNulty) · Waltz for Debbie (Monica Zetterlund) – and 90 other albums »


In your proper context 
You let your lex or your 

Sixty-four suspension 
Bounce away all your tension 
En route to the club 
Where girls need
strip dancer that you met in a club

(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club

If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
Out on the weekend
 
 
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
off, and my dick'll go soft. 
Never mix business with your sickness. 
Enemy see me flippin' in the picnic with your little divide and conquer, 
My
will do these things, I won't stop bitch

I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
on
You can tell by the way I carry myself I'mma star
These Cartier buffs my face cost more than your car
From a dollar man to a millionaire they stop
shake it till you cramp up,
do ya damn stuff, get your body banged up,
if you freaky sweety, you can get the handcuffs,
all the wankstas in the club
Never mix business with your sickness
Enemy see me flipin in the picnic
With your lil' divide and conquer
But my sister was ready to bomb her!
Get off