Lyrics:
Only wanna touch it if it's real baby
Gone shake that ass is it real baby
Only wanna touch it if it's real baby
Gone shake that
I can feel
muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang
[Verse 2:
She's a little up there, down here
Amen, amen
Well she's an FM hymn with her hand in the wind
Little Saint in my shotgun seat
It's like G-O-D heard
Shake me I rattle
Squeeze me I cry
Please take me home
And love me
I was passing by a toy shop on the corner of the square
Where a little girl
I got off the plane at the Tampa airport and walked outside into the Florida sunshine
and I was met by a tall grungy red-headed promoter guy
and his
motherfucker
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherfuckers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
get dirty at the basement show
Get up! It's time to go
Moving til I sweat from head to toe
Yes one man's trash is another man's trove
Get a little
shake it up
Now, I'm feelin' a little woozy
It's like the room's spinnin' and movin'
I feel her body next to mine
And I'm so fucked up, it's like I'm
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
floor you comin alive
You in your element you know it I’ll stay by yo side
And everybody out here looking they feelin your vibe
Shake yo ass shuffle
Life.. It'll pull you in all directions
But it's up to you if you go the right way
Constantly contemplating
Steady star gazing
I wish you could see
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
the mission, it's you or the kid
Keep up!
Baby go shake up go move up my ground
Tell me you want me and want it alright
Tell me you can't find another one like
Baby go shake up go move up up
Baby
and women losin blood for black grease
Oil - how could such a thing spoil
A whole nation and turn it up into a turmoil
Stealths wipin out every man's health
, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his fucking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much
virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
Though he'd
motherfucker
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherfuckers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
mama
She gon' bounce it to a slow jam
Gon' and get drunk, this your night to have fun
Throw it back, and bounce it to a slow jam
I just got my weight up
(what)
Pushed up on a tight little something and just had to knock it
In the biginning we was tripping and shit (uh huh)
I was showing old girl how to line
trust but duck, won't shake them, blast it
My VVs blinding like some headlights Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy
Stick came with a red eye, he shouldn't
let's rise up and let's get started
L'oh, Oh, Oh
The world rests on our shoulders
Light your fire, let it smolder
Well it's Bernardi Gras
Shake it 'cuz
Hold it! Yeah, uh! uh! some more
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
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