Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake This (Clean), artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 16.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shake This (Clean) |
| Bein enlightened, is no longer enough |
| You must apply |
| Bein willin is no longer acceptable |
| You must do, make it count |
| Na-na-now, now |
| I, I, I gotta shake this |
| Na-na-now, na-na-now, now |
| I gotta, I gotta |
| I gotta shake this jail shit off me He ain’t gon’never sell, he gon’fail shit off me |
| I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch GET OFF ME! |
| 1977, July 5th |
| Conceived immaculately was me, my mom’s gift |
| Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas |
| My mind has been designed to do light distance |
| Run whole laps around y’all with my thoughts |
| You ain’t hold back on yours, naw that’s my fault |
| Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom |
| and I’m layin and callin, somebody come help me find my strength to stop drinkin this poison |
| 'fore I drown my gift, and yeah it’s probably unhealthy |
| Cause I went so hard and woke up sober |
| I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers |
| Loco, goin hard as a locomotive |
| Self-loathin like I ain’t chosen |
| Chose to bless souls, get exposed |
| Just know that I ain’t foldin, huh |
| I gotta shake this |
| September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6 |
| I roll up in the court thinkin «This should go quick» |
| On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit |
| From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts |
| I witness my world tumble down like bricks |
| Two words she slurred, and it sounded like this (this) |
| One year (one year) travel through the room like moonlight |
| through the darkness, ooh it’s heartless |
| How could, I beat two felonies then |
| turn around and lose like (lose like) like this! |
| My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him |
| They lockin my black ass up, like Akon |
| My wife at the crib goin crazy |
| Pregnant, yellin «I ain’t havin no more babies!» |
| People sayin Preem ain’t fuckin with me no mo' |
| Niggaz in the pen’lookin homo, NO! |
| I gotta shake this |
| (Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin like Christopher Walken |
| The king of my city, swingin my dick as I’m walkin |
| Up to the 7−50, I open the door |
| My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor |
| I look in, he got a company porns |
| I tell him «Nah I’m good, I woulda chubbed her before» |
| I’m a new man but I could fuck with a whore |
| Nigga my dick’s so hard it’s probably touchin the floor |
| Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy |
| Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy! |
| When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real |
| You niggaz shouldn’t be here, R.I.P. |
| if you will |
| I’m the moment of truth (truth) |
| I’m the only significant thing roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth |
| I’ma do it this time, I’m feelin really defined |
| Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines |
| Bitch get off me! |
| Yeah, get off me! |
| Bitch get off me! |
| Now do that make me a liar? |
| GET OFF ME! |
| GET OFF ME! |
| GET OFF ME! |