Lyrics Shake Down - Sean Price, Sean Price feat. Steele, Starang Wondah, Sean Price feat. Starang Wondah, Steele

Shake Down

P!
Yeah
Yo, Dru-Ha what up?
Let’s play freeze tag with icepicks
Nightshift, selling white shit to white chicks
Bikes with vicegrips, scuffed up Huffies
For the crime, do Shyne time, that’s fucked up Puffy
You the type to get fucked up monthly, beat down daily
And smoke up your disability check
Sean Price, 'bout as real as it get
I’m no fool, I’m old school like I’m Artis Gilmore with the sket
If ya', walk on my block and talk about Ruck
You get touched motherfucker, 'cause you talk too much
Come walk with P (P), so you all can see
How I get dough, spit flows, to a awkward beat
Better look both ways 'fore you cross the street
The Pirelli’s on the Porsche push you off your feet
Sean P, one half of the incredible rap team
Y’all niggas smoked out, incredible crack fiends
Ayo, y’all niggas is too old to think the way you do
And you cowards, never do what you say you do
I’m in the hood, running with the same crazy crew
And you ain’t nice, you sound like Jay-Z too
Niggas is frontin' (word up), actin' like bad boys
Y’all move in silence, we make mad noise
When it’s beef in the streets, we don’t try and make peace
I got killas that just blaze and they don’t make beats
S dot, size R, with the long sleeve
Ghetto bitch, fat ass, with the long weave
Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don’t want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown
Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don’t want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown
Three star camouflage, mob the bar
Vodka, cognac, it’s a Mardi Gras
Roll a big Marley y’all, Fronto cigar
I got mami in the back with the God
Back to the car, get it in the back of the car
Had her, fiddlin' with the latch on the bra
I was, tuggin' at the strap on her thong
Thuggin' like a rap nigga song, grindin', to the crack of the dawn
She make a nigga wanna come back in the morn'
Make her want a nigga back, after I’m gone
That’s what I’m on, baby got back, word is bond
Have you like 'Damn, that shit is wrong'
Have you like 'Damn, that shit is song'
Strip down, lay down, sell or it goes through withdrawal
Four door, gator poured on 24s
Bucktown USA, connect with ya' boys
Ayo shorty look good
Nah she ugly but I’m drunk as hell, so fuck it, shorty look good
The bitch did E, plus she smoke good trees
So me being who I be, I had to do me
The bitch wanted me to straight spend the cash
Slowed up, slow fuck, Teddy Pendergrass, no
I’m quick to bend yo' ass
The fuck over now jump in ya' Timbs and dash, yo
She talkin' 'bout that ain’t fair
Bitch that’s two dollars, fuck you mean, «that ain’t fare?»
Yo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaper
Only splurge on Iceberg, Nike’s and reefer
Timberland boots, and plus a gun to shoot
And a pocket full of coke, in case I don’t recoup
'Cause, time is money and money is time
And I just got enough time, to get that money
Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don’t want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown
Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don’t want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown