Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake Down, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 21.11.2005
Song language: English
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 |