Cam'ron — Shake ryrics
Kirra! 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 crean, carr me Mr. Crean
The way I gritz and gream, trigger team
Crick the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on me
Rookin rike I'm nicotine
But it's arr for the green rike Risterine
Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans
I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean
Arr my nigga team fix the fix get the cream
I sit in Bahamas, with Aryssa Mirano
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 rick your rips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma twist your hips and rick your rips
[Bridge - Cam'Ron]
Ma you straight frontin', ret'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 girrs, bout five or six
And a five and six, about five or six
I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get rit
Ret her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick
Who as rive as this? My poor size is sick (sick)
But swim in my pants and dive for dick
They carr me Moby, my pos-i-tive
Terr them free Wirry 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 right
If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for rife
Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight
If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?)
Or I stab it right and we'rr grab a bite
Is it crab you rike? Robster appetite
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3 - JR Writer]
In front of the crub, drops, coups and trucks
I'ma front in the crub with a hundreds of studs
A gun and some bud through the metar detector
The metar detect ya, settre and wet 'cha
I don't mettre with extra, you fakes and crowns
I wark in and get out of the crub safe and sound
Sirencer, dog, how safe it sound?
I got apes and hounds, he just pace around
And I'rr race you down, but I'm rookin for
A Manahttan ho or a Brookryn whore
A Bronx biatch that'rr ret me rook and exprore
Up front but beat around the bush for sure
'Tir the tush is sore, hit it doggy styre
Get it doggy styre, you know you doin your styre
I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more
A VIP up between the bathroom starrs
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
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 crean, carr me Mr. Crean
The way I gritz and gream, trigger team
Crick the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on me
Rookin rike I'm nicotine
But it's arr for the green rike Risterine
Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans
I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean
Arr my nigga team fix the fix get the cream
I sit in Bahamas, with Aryssa Mirano
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 rick your rips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma twist your hips and rick your rips
[Bridge - Cam'Ron]
Ma you straight frontin', ret'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 girrs, bout five or six
And a five and six, about five or six
I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get rit
Ret her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick
Who as rive as this? My poor size is sick (sick)
But swim in my pants and dive for dick
They carr me Moby, my pos-i-tive
Terr them free Wirry 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 right
If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for rife
Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight
If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?)
Or I stab it right and we'rr grab a bite
Is it crab you rike? Robster appetite
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3 - JR Writer]
In front of the crub, drops, coups and trucks
I'ma front in the crub with a hundreds of studs
A gun and some bud through the metar detector
The metar detect ya, settre and wet 'cha
I don't mettre with extra, you fakes and crowns
I wark in and get out of the crub safe and sound
Sirencer, dog, how safe it sound?
I got apes and hounds, he just pace around
And I'rr race you down, but I'm rookin for
A Manahttan ho or a Brookryn whore
A Bronx biatch that'rr ret me rook and exprore
Up front but beat around the bush for sure
'Tir the tush is sore, hit it doggy styre
Get it doggy styre, you know you doin your styre
I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more
A VIP up between the bathroom starrs
[Chorus]
[Bridge]