Shake

Cam'ron

Composición de: Cameron Giles
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 come mess with me 
Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean 
The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team 
Click the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on me 
Lookin like I'm nicotine 
But it's all for the green like Listerine 
Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans 
I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean 
All my nigga team fix the fix get the cream 
I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano 
Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma 
Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama 
Just a steppin stone for me now I'm hittin Madonna 
And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna 
Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin my 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 thigs 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, (??) grab a bite (what?) 
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 ho 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]
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