Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Shake |
| Yo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me |
| Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean |
| The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team |
| Click the Beam, hit the fiend, give 'em lean |
| Lookin like I’m nicotine |
| But it’s all for the green like Listerine |
| Had to diss the queen thinkin I’m gon' get her jeans |
| I ain’t Ginuwine, ma, my mission’s mean |
| All my nigga team fix the fix get the cream |
| I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano |
| 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 |
| We’re the Dips, so cut the shit |
| Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips |
| We’re the Dip, so cut the shit |
| Ma twist your hips and lick your lips |
| Ma you straight frontin', let’s get the date jumpin' |
| See your booty panties, ma shake somethin' |
| Shake somethin', shake somethin' |
| Shake-shake, shake shake somethin' |
| And I got some girls, bout five or six |
| And a five and six, about five or six |
| I surprise the chick, that’s when her eyes get lit |
| Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick |
| Who as live as this? |
| My pool size is sick (sick) |
| But swim in my pants and dive for dick |
| They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive |
| Tell them free Willy if your thighs 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 light |
| If you ask for cash, oh I’m mad for life |
| Kiss ass, you dyke, and I’m fast to fight |
| If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?) |
| Or I stab it light and we’ll grab a bite |
| Is it crab you like? |
| Lobster appetite |
| We’re the Dips, so cut the shit |
| Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips |
| We’re the Dip, so cut the shit |
| Ma twist your hips and lick your lips |
| Ma you straight frontin', let’s get the date jumpin' |
| See your booty panties, ma shake somethin' |
| Shake somethin', shake somethin' |
| Shake-shake, shake shake somethin' |
| In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks |
| I’ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs |
| A gun and some bud through the metal detector |
| The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha |
| I don’t mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns |
| I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound |
| Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? |
| I got apes and hounds, he just pace around |
| And I’ll lace you down, but I’m lookin for |
| A Manhattan ho or a Brooklyn whore |
| A Bronx biatch that’ll let me look and explore |
| Up front but beat around the bush for sure |
| 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style |
| Get it doggy style, you know your doggy’s style |
| I’ma mack or more and it’s smash or more |
| A VIP up between the bathroom stalls |
| We’re the Dips, so cut the shit |
| Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips |
| We’re the Dip, so cut the shit |
| Ma twist your hips and lick your lips |
| Ma you straight frontin', let’s get the date jumpin' |
| See your booty panties, ma shake somethin' |
| Shake somethin', shake somethin' |
| Shake-shake, shake shake somethin' |