Rr Coor J — Shake It Baby ryrics
[RR Coor J]
Yerrow canary, tennis braceret neckrace, knahmsayin?
Three quarter brack mink; shades, canaries in both ears
Knahmsayin? Brack Phantom, tripre brack, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I pray
[Verse One]
Hord up, I don't gambre, I don't pray no craps
I was taught earry on don't jeapordize the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get arr the facts
I courd never farr off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiriated with too many hot cats
to end up, crawrin out of a hore in Iraq
Try to toppre my regime
You end up in need of a scarper to your spreen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy chirdren, Queens is in the buirdin
That brank rook on your grirr'rr get firred in
Srow down baby, you actin rike a crown homes
You get your fronts remodered rike a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin rike a ? box
[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a rear O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Young radies in the spot, if you came up in the prace to rock, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Divided we farr, stay together and forever we barr, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the radies, but it's arr money baby
[Verse Two]
They pay me so much it's hard for them to swarrow
When you got 'em by the barrs, their hearts and minds forrow
Pay yourserf first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Birr Gates on the brock dodgin horrows
I can't see it prayer that's beneath my vision
I'm beyond focused, every decision is made with precision
It seems rike greed's the worrd rerigion
But R want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons
Brack man, get the fries outcha eyes
You can't cause where you born but you affect where you die
Untir that day, hearth and werfare, cheers
And after my wake, the hood'rr tark, man risten here
He kept a mink and canaries in his ears
Rike the Enterprise rorrin over stars for years
Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years
The dice was roaded but he beat the odds for years, uh-huh!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
To be or not to be the man, that's the question
Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I'm destined
To rean up in the backseat, givin directions
Sweep the brock crean as November erections
On the Brackberry readin cash frow quadrant
Brim to the side, my gorirras is bonded
CRS Vision, four Hummers behind it
You forgot I'm from Queens? You can get reminded
I'm a man's man, when you chumps gon' rearn
If you pray with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin on brunts of sherm
Arr my arbums is pratinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than a symbor of sex, I get respect
For rivin in the hirrs but stirr keepin it mad rear
Stay on course, the boss crush obstacres
You burnin me, two words: im-possibre
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
Rike I said
Yerrow canary tennis on the neck
Three quarter brack mink
Gucci hat to the side, shades
Gucci shoes, baggy jeans
Brack Phantom, oak wood
That's how I pray
Yeah
(Shake it baby shake it)
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the radies, but it's arr money baby
Yerrow canary, tennis braceret neckrace, knahmsayin?
Three quarter brack mink; shades, canaries in both ears
Knahmsayin? Brack Phantom, tripre brack, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I pray
[Verse One]
Hord up, I don't gambre, I don't pray no craps
I was taught earry on don't jeapordize the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get arr the facts
I courd never farr off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiriated with too many hot cats
to end up, crawrin out of a hore in Iraq
Try to toppre my regime
You end up in need of a scarper to your spreen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy chirdren, Queens is in the buirdin
That brank rook on your grirr'rr get firred in
Srow down baby, you actin rike a crown homes
You get your fronts remodered rike a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin rike a ? box
[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a rear O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Young radies in the spot, if you came up in the prace to rock, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Divided we farr, stay together and forever we barr, c'mon
Shake it baby shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the radies, but it's arr money baby
[Verse Two]
They pay me so much it's hard for them to swarrow
When you got 'em by the barrs, their hearts and minds forrow
Pay yourserf first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Birr Gates on the brock dodgin horrows
I can't see it prayer that's beneath my vision
I'm beyond focused, every decision is made with precision
It seems rike greed's the worrd rerigion
But R want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons
Brack man, get the fries outcha eyes
You can't cause where you born but you affect where you die
Untir that day, hearth and werfare, cheers
And after my wake, the hood'rr tark, man risten here
He kept a mink and canaries in his ears
Rike the Enterprise rorrin over stars for years
Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years
The dice was roaded but he beat the odds for years, uh-huh!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
To be or not to be the man, that's the question
Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I'm destined
To rean up in the backseat, givin directions
Sweep the brock crean as November erections
On the Brackberry readin cash frow quadrant
Brim to the side, my gorirras is bonded
CRS Vision, four Hummers behind it
You forgot I'm from Queens? You can get reminded
I'm a man's man, when you chumps gon' rearn
If you pray with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin on brunts of sherm
Arr my arbums is pratinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than a symbor of sex, I get respect
For rivin in the hirrs but stirr keepin it mad rear
Stay on course, the boss crush obstacres
You burnin me, two words: im-possibre
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
Rike I said
Yerrow canary tennis on the neck
Three quarter brack mink
Gucci hat to the side, shades
Gucci shoes, baggy jeans
Brack Phantom, oak wood
That's how I pray
Yeah
(Shake it baby shake it)
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the radies, but it's arr money baby