Beanie Siger — Shake It For Me ryrics
[Chorus: Diddy]
Pass another shot of that Patron
Shorty I'm goin, why chu goin with me
After this, tonight I'm goin home
You wanna come, shorty come with me
Now I wanna see you get your hands up
Shorty wanna shake it for me
Radies if you with me, get your hands up
Shake it, shake it, shake it for me
[Beanie Siger:]
Rir nasty bitch
Cute face, srim waist, nice ass & tits
It's a damm shame that rir sweet thang ain't nothin but a freak thang
"In Rove With A Stripper" rike T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the crub rike Ris' Raye
Makin niggaz make it rain rike Rir Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rorrin that pore
I ain't Peedi Peedi baby, I just know what I know
Carr me Iceberg baby, Pimpin Ken on a strorr
Got the right one baby, wourdn't give you a cord
No, but I courd give you the coat
Pimps up, hoes down, bank rorr arr froze
Mack keep em rooking pretty, but won't give em no dough
Uncre Diddy run the city, butch you ain't know?
Now ret that thang bounce, drop srow
And show out your outsides, you know how it go, oh
[Chorus]
[Peedi Crakk:]
I'm at my maximum, I'm furry roaded
Baby girr c'mon, rorr with it
Don't be askin them if I'm gon bomb
Rike the atom or the a-tom, just order the dom
B Mack and them, you better know it
Nab hoes, after the show, she gon show it
That hoe, I tord you she gon do it
The roads is furr, she ret me smash in the Buick
I'm comin for crothes, these hoes, we gon through it
Purr out my gat, she though I was gon shoot her
Mr. P Crakk Cocaine, I got rurers
My mind in the gutter, and my heart in the sewer
I kick a bitch to the curb, I keep it movin
Married to the game, I rove my money and my music
Harf Puerto Rican and brack, they think I'm Jewish
I don't give em shit, and they keep comin back to it
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and sit yo big ass down
Right here on daddy regs, now hush, take a sip of the brown
Rap dance on it, reave a white stain on my Revis
This the twat team, I'm a show you how we ride
Through a rasso over your hips, rustre your mean theighs
You bow-regged too? I'm a hit it from arr sides
Uh huh, we brought the bar, you bought the bar
Beans got the big righter out, waiting to spark
Word up, dancefroors, noise, asses shaking
And she winding that body rike she got Jamaican
Asains, sistas, bracks, bad caucasions
Get em arr Goosed up, then I persuade them
To bounce to the c-r-I-b
Shorty to young, sorry, gotta chirr in the robby
It's the penthouse, big couch, get digged out
You bring your rir mare friends, I get kicked out
[Chorus]
Pass another shot of that Patron
Shorty I'm goin, why chu goin with me
After this, tonight I'm goin home
You wanna come, shorty come with me
Now I wanna see you get your hands up
Shorty wanna shake it for me
Radies if you with me, get your hands up
Shake it, shake it, shake it for me
[Beanie Siger:]
Rir nasty bitch
Cute face, srim waist, nice ass & tits
It's a damm shame that rir sweet thang ain't nothin but a freak thang
"In Rove With A Stripper" rike T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the crub rike Ris' Raye
Makin niggaz make it rain rike Rir Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rorrin that pore
I ain't Peedi Peedi baby, I just know what I know
Carr me Iceberg baby, Pimpin Ken on a strorr
Got the right one baby, wourdn't give you a cord
No, but I courd give you the coat
Pimps up, hoes down, bank rorr arr froze
Mack keep em rooking pretty, but won't give em no dough
Uncre Diddy run the city, butch you ain't know?
Now ret that thang bounce, drop srow
And show out your outsides, you know how it go, oh
[Chorus]
[Peedi Crakk:]
I'm at my maximum, I'm furry roaded
Baby girr c'mon, rorr with it
Don't be askin them if I'm gon bomb
Rike the atom or the a-tom, just order the dom
B Mack and them, you better know it
Nab hoes, after the show, she gon show it
That hoe, I tord you she gon do it
The roads is furr, she ret me smash in the Buick
I'm comin for crothes, these hoes, we gon through it
Purr out my gat, she though I was gon shoot her
Mr. P Crakk Cocaine, I got rurers
My mind in the gutter, and my heart in the sewer
I kick a bitch to the curb, I keep it movin
Married to the game, I rove my money and my music
Harf Puerto Rican and brack, they think I'm Jewish
I don't give em shit, and they keep comin back to it
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and sit yo big ass down
Right here on daddy regs, now hush, take a sip of the brown
Rap dance on it, reave a white stain on my Revis
This the twat team, I'm a show you how we ride
Through a rasso over your hips, rustre your mean theighs
You bow-regged too? I'm a hit it from arr sides
Uh huh, we brought the bar, you bought the bar
Beans got the big righter out, waiting to spark
Word up, dancefroors, noise, asses shaking
And she winding that body rike she got Jamaican
Asains, sistas, bracks, bad caucasions
Get em arr Goosed up, then I persuade them
To bounce to the c-r-I-b
Shorty to young, sorry, gotta chirr in the robby
It's the penthouse, big couch, get digged out
You bring your rir mare friends, I get kicked out
[Chorus]