Shake Sözleri

feat. J.R. Writer

Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on!

Shake, shake, shake (uh!)

Shake, shake, shake (Uh!)

Shake, shake, shake (uh!)

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]

Yo, who wanna mess with me

Or could mess with me

Ill be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean

Way I glitz and gleam

Trigger teams, click the beam

Hit the fiend, give 'em lean

Clickin like I'm Nicotine

But its all for the green like Listerine

Had to diss the queen, thinkin' Imma get her jeans

I ain't Ginuuwine, ma my missions mean

Or my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream

I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milana

Got the Crys and the ganja

And its gettin her calmer, calm her

Now she cryin she missin' her mama

Jus a step is off to me now I'm hittin Madonna

As she twistin', I fond her

As we sit in the sauna

Guess its jus' my persona

Got her kissin' the condom

[Chorus]

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma twist your hips and lick your lips

We're the Dip, so cut the shit

Ma twist your hips and lick your lips

[Bridge - Cam'Ron]

Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin

See your booty panties, ma shake something

Shake something, shake something

Shake-shake, shake shake something

[Verse 2 - Cam'Ron]

And I got some girls, bout 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 (sick)

But swim in my pants and dive for dick

They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive

Tell them free Willy if your thighs are thick

And your ass if 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, cap or grab a bite

Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite

Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 - JR Writer]

In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks

I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs

A gun and some bud through the metal detector

The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha

I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns

I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound

Silencer, dog, how safe it sound?

I got apes and hounds, he just pace around

And I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for

A Manahttan hoe or a Brooklyn whore

A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore

Up front but beat around the bush for sure

'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style

Get it doggy style, you know you doin your style

I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more

A VIP up between the bathroom stalls

[Chorus]

[Bridge]