Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake Dat Sh**, artist - Shawnna. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Shake Dat Sh** |
| Maannn, these bitches is awfully nasty |
| And these bitches keep walking past me |
| Either way, I’m a pimp for today |
| Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit! |
| (Now these niggas is bout they bank) |
| (And these niggas keep buying dranks) |
| (Lips creep from my body on your lips) |
| (Get it closer to the tip and shake that shit!) |
| S-H-A to the W double N-A |
| Real bitch don’t play |
| Your eyes can’t hide what your lips won’t say |
| You’re acting like the Dukes of the Fifth won’t spray |
| It’s okay, they gon learn |
| Chi’s most wanted bitch wait your turn! |
| Sac full of yum I’m a make that burn |
| Y’all can’t smoke none anyway |
| Wild ones, walk wit a bitch through wild slums |
| Trying to figure out if they’re scared of the hips or the chips |
| Or they really can’t talk to a bitch wit wild guns |
| No games, hat to the side wit low frame |
| Now I came in this industry killin em |
| Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny wit an O and a gram! |
| C-H-I to the C-A, G-O |
| If you ain’t been, don’t go |
| My city’s so fast, you react so slow |
| Your heart might stop and your blood won’t flow |
| (That ain’t right) I stomp through the hood |
| Wit a grand on my feet like that ain’t tight |
| Diamonds on my neck like that ain’t bright |
| I come through and shut down the Saturday Night! |
| (Hell yeah) You can kiss that and |
| (Feel there) bring it right back |
| Don’t mess wit the frame if you don’t know a thing |
| Six years in the game, I’m still here |
| Hold up! |
| They mad cause the streets is sold up! |
| I’m back on my feet, so watch for the cops, we’ll never stop |
| Just rep for ya block and throw it up! |
| M-I-D to the W-E-S-T |
| Better yet that’s me |
| Most of y’all chicks gotta impress me |
| You say you got skills, put 'em up let’s see |
| Show and prove, I hate to really see |
| What y’all goin through, put on any beat |
| We could spit it in the street |
| From the West to the East, or South to the house |
| Just showing love, go home |
| The body on the flo' is so grown |
| What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label |
| And ya gotta shed a tear, cause you hear ya career’s |
| Been post-poned, back up |
| Smart mouth bitches, get slapped up |
| Take it to the trap, get clapped up |
| Put it in ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up |
| Shorty said, shorty said |
| Shorty said, shorty said |
| Wait a minute, hold up |
| Wait a minute, hold up |
| Hold up, wait a minute |
| Hold up, now wait a minute |
| Shorty said, shorty said |
| Shorty said, shorty said |