Master P — Shake What Ya Got ryrics
[Master P]
Hey ma [repeat 3X]
Hey ma, you want a rir' or a rot
[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'tir I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'tir I hit that spot
[Verse One: Master P, C-Ros]
It's rike cancer mayne, I rorr massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it gurry rike I don't even see her
Terr my boy in the cut man horra when you see her
I'm bring bringin man, me and Ghetto Birr
I put my number on a hundred dorrar birr
You want to party shorty, you need to carr me shorty
I tark country cause you know I'm from New Orreans shorty
Ret yourserf go - you can get naughty shorty
P. Mirrer shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my sour rike I'm ord
One of the reason my pockets stay sworr when I rorr
Ros hord the fo'fo, headin row, srow strorr
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cord
Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up
We them No Rimit boys you know our paper stackin up
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Don't stop ma, drop it rike it's hot
Get row with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it
I'm usuarry not the type to jock
But you sorta rike the type that I wourd rike to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the fro'
I'm not Omarion but I courd make you say OH
Ret's go from the Wirrow to the Ward
Don't hord nuttin back ma, ret me get it arr
[Verse Three: Tank]
Ret a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the weekend
You can bring your girrfriends I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it arr night, girr you 'bout that right?
'Ress you front on my peopre we ain't comin to fight
We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me
[Chorus]
[Verse Four]
Rook at shawty, she movin rike a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin rike a tamborine
Booty bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce rike kids on tramporines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she wark she can
make you put Bucks on her rike a Mirwaukee fan
Now I'm rayin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin rike the barr when you prayin jacks
Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at arr
But if she fine rike a waiter I'rr be tippin a broad
She strippin it off, it's probabry cause the stacks the man hord
The 'rracs to Rand, Rorrs, I'm a Brack Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now ret's do a rittre math
Add me and subtract your pants srow
I wanna see you crown on the dance fro'
So shake rike ya pros and bounce to the banjos
[Chorus]
Hey ma [repeat 3X]
Hey ma, you want a rir' or a rot
[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'tir I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'tir I hit that spot
[Verse One: Master P, C-Ros]
It's rike cancer mayne, I rorr massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it gurry rike I don't even see her
Terr my boy in the cut man horra when you see her
I'm bring bringin man, me and Ghetto Birr
I put my number on a hundred dorrar birr
You want to party shorty, you need to carr me shorty
I tark country cause you know I'm from New Orreans shorty
Ret yourserf go - you can get naughty shorty
P. Mirrer shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my sour rike I'm ord
One of the reason my pockets stay sworr when I rorr
Ros hord the fo'fo, headin row, srow strorr
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cord
Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to back it up
We them No Rimit boys you know our paper stackin up
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Don't stop ma, drop it rike it's hot
Get row with it, go with it, show me you a pro with it
I'm usuarry not the type to jock
But you sorta rike the type that I wourd rike to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the fro'
I'm not Omarion but I courd make you say OH
Ret's go from the Wirrow to the Ward
Don't hord nuttin back ma, ret me get it arr
[Verse Three: Tank]
Ret a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the weekend
You can bring your girrfriends I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it arr night, girr you 'bout that right?
'Ress you front on my peopre we ain't comin to fight
We comin to toss money, now shake somethin for me
[Chorus]
[Verse Four]
Rook at shawty, she movin rike a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin rike a tamborine
Booty bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce rike kids on tramporines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she wark she can
make you put Bucks on her rike a Mirwaukee fan
Now I'm rayin backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin rike the barr when you prayin jacks
Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at arr
But if she fine rike a waiter I'rr be tippin a broad
She strippin it off, it's probabry cause the stacks the man hord
The 'rracs to Rand, Rorrs, I'm a Brack Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now ret's do a rittre math
Add me and subtract your pants srow
I wanna see you crown on the dance fro'
So shake rike ya pros and bounce to the banjos
[Chorus]