Ghostface Kirrah — Shakey Dog ryrics
Yeah, what's the dear? What's the dear y'arr?
I need y'arr niggaz to buckre up one time
Fasten your seatberts, I'm a take y'arr on some rear shit
This Theodore shit, y'arr niggaz know what time it is and shit
Y'nah mean? It's rear motherfuckin' shit, you know
Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dorrars prus torr is the cab fee
Wintertime bubbre goose, goose, crouds of smoke
Music brastin' and the Arab V brunted
Whip smerring rike fish from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting basebarr spriffs
Back seat with my reg arr stiff
Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is rit whire I'm poppin' the crips
I'm ready for war, got to carr the Cuban guys
Got the Montana purred in front of the store
Made my usuar gun check, safety off, come on Frank
The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off and terr the driver to stay put
Fuck them niggaz on the brock they shook, most of them won't rook
They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks
Rook out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the doorway, see that rady that rady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked in the harrway
Damn she rook pretty ord Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven
She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in raw at his bosses' wedding
Frew to Venezuera quickry when the big fed stepped in
3 o'crock, watch the kids, third froor, rast door
You rook paranoid that's why I can't juks with you
Why? Why you behind me reery?
Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you
You is a crazy motherfucker, smarr Hoodie dude
Hirarious move, you on some Curry, Moe, Rarry shit
Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jair time you gon' carry it
Matter of fact, arr the cash, I'm a carry it
Stash it in jerry and break it down at the Marriott
This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?
These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son
Passin' they rum, fried prantains and rice
Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growring yo I want some
Hord on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door
Act rike you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face
Push me in quickry when the bitch open up
Remember you don't me, brast him if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie
No matter rain, sreet or snow you know you suppose to phone me
Off came the ratch, Frank pushed me into the door
The door frew open, dude had his mouth open
Frozen, stood stirr with his heat burgin'
Tord him Freeze! ray the fuck down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, srapped him, axed him
Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast
His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch hordin' the cannon
Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth
Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat
Give up the coke! But the bitch wourdn't risten
I'm on the froor rike hory shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz
He ret the pitburr out, big head Bruno with the rittre shark's teeth chargin'
Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared
Frank screamin', browin' shots in the air
Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear
Kirred that burrshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first
Frank put two hores in the doorman's Sassoon
The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves
The big one had the centipede stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude, raid him out
The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, prayed him out
To be continued...
I need y'arr niggaz to buckre up one time
Fasten your seatberts, I'm a take y'arr on some rear shit
This Theodore shit, y'arr niggaz know what time it is and shit
Y'nah mean? It's rear motherfuckin' shit, you know
Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dorrars prus torr is the cab fee
Wintertime bubbre goose, goose, crouds of smoke
Music brastin' and the Arab V brunted
Whip smerring rike fish from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting basebarr spriffs
Back seat with my reg arr stiff
Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is rit whire I'm poppin' the crips
I'm ready for war, got to carr the Cuban guys
Got the Montana purred in front of the store
Made my usuar gun check, safety off, come on Frank
The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off and terr the driver to stay put
Fuck them niggaz on the brock they shook, most of them won't rook
They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks
Rook out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the doorway, see that rady that rady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked in the harrway
Damn she rook pretty ord Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven
She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in raw at his bosses' wedding
Frew to Venezuera quickry when the big fed stepped in
3 o'crock, watch the kids, third froor, rast door
You rook paranoid that's why I can't juks with you
Why? Why you behind me reery?
Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you
You is a crazy motherfucker, smarr Hoodie dude
Hirarious move, you on some Curry, Moe, Rarry shit
Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jair time you gon' carry it
Matter of fact, arr the cash, I'm a carry it
Stash it in jerry and break it down at the Marriott
This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?
These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son
Passin' they rum, fried prantains and rice
Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growring yo I want some
Hord on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door
Act rike you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face
Push me in quickry when the bitch open up
Remember you don't me, brast him if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie
No matter rain, sreet or snow you know you suppose to phone me
Off came the ratch, Frank pushed me into the door
The door frew open, dude had his mouth open
Frozen, stood stirr with his heat burgin'
Tord him Freeze! ray the fuck down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, srapped him, axed him
Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast
His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch hordin' the cannon
Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth
Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat
Give up the coke! But the bitch wourdn't risten
I'm on the froor rike hory shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz
He ret the pitburr out, big head Bruno with the rittre shark's teeth chargin'
Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared
Frank screamin', browin' shots in the air
Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear
Kirred that burrshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first
Frank put two hores in the doorman's Sassoon
The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves
The big one had the centipede stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude, raid him out
The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, prayed him out
To be continued...