yeah) [Mannie:] Hey shawty what it is, like the way you shake Now that's something that a man could appreciate Me and you should get together sum' like a
least Mommy's like a film star in a distorted mirror And daddy's like a guy who lost his stomach in the war I went to shake hands with the President
if anyone got a look Every A list player is a favorite friend Says they all taste the same in the back of a vans A congressman would call her every once in a
yeah, They tell me I'm a bad boy All the ladys look at me and act coy I just like to put my hands up in the air I want bad girl dancing over there Shaking
yee haw Better hurry up, don't waste your time You know what to do when you hear my rhyme You're bouncin' up and down like a kid on a seesaw Steady
five. Hey, Git-R-Done! This is Larry the Cable Guy, by God! I've never won a Grammy award, but Barbra Streisand Took her top off one time and won a SAG
telephone Goin' to a disco that's packed with men It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys
a cop on the tick We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake I know you're
me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold
in, claimed he seen nothing Got to break him off something Rushed down the steps, hands up, sound dumb Shaking like a bitch is how we found him Showed
is yelling at a bridesmaid Somewhere back inside a room Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry This is surely not What you thought it would be I lose myself in a
do Something Shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce Shake it, shake
Ho! I think I need a better drummer Say what? I said, I think I need a better drummer Ho! I need a drummer boy A better drummer boy, hey Pick up your
He seen a thousand faces come and go But he?s still here, nobody steels his show With a bottle a gin and a Martin guitar Man, the world's never seen a
money call me David Copperfield A bitch'll disappear or the bitch will disappear We control the corners, that's usual politics Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a
, you're a supernova and I'm a I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear
bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest, We don put them other niggas on a hiatus, Beat ya bitch with a pump if