Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steaks 'N Shrimp, artist - Uncle Kracker. Album song Double Wide, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 12.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, LAVA
Song language: English
Steaks 'N Shrimp |
| Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat |
| Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat |
| Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat |
| I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat |
| Uh huh and you don’t stop |
| Uh huh and you don’t stop |
| Uh huh and you don’t stop |
| We in this Great Lakes state |
| Eatin steaks 'n shrimp |
| It’s kinda hard to miss the crew |
| Because we all got limps |
| We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons |
| The super saggy rags and the white trash connection |
| No flexin, huh, know what I mean |
| You can feel us fool, we don’t need to be seen |
| It’s all about the green, not the drugs we be takin |
| That shits free with an LP in circulation |
| And we be wastin time |
| Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes |
| It’s all good times, thank the lord |
| For dumb f**kin people and credit card fraud |
| We’re tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns |
| Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin |
| Don’t blink and don’t think we’re soft |
| Hide your money and your gold and don’t express your thoughts |
| We get mad props, wreck all shops |
| Puttin stops on crews |
| They get confused and lose, that’s what we do |
| Styles stem from pioneers |
| Leavin suckers in awe |
| And you get jawed for lookin queer |
| Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall |
| That’s Top Dog callin out each and every one of y’all |
| You get balls, you come and talk that shit |
| But Top Dogs camp ain’t nothin to f**k with |
| And don’t say we didn’t warn ya |
| I got this Detroit thang with more love that California |
| Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips |
| Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp |
| I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze |
| And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea |
| A wee bit shy, but I comply by me |
| And I’m a mean mother f**ker when I have to be |
| Got young g’s with sleeves and thieves on hold |
| Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold |
| I told… you ho’s you can’t f**k with these cause |
| I make more papers then trees |
| See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria |
| You f**kin with Top Dog |
| Your f**kin with family |
| No I ain’t feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear |
| Any time you see me you should stand clear |
| You see me in my Lincoln |
| I’m in the clubs drinkin |
| Who you gonna check bitch, what the f**k you thinkin |
| You can check me, but that shit don’t slide |
| You can get your life took tryin to take my pride |
| You ride with who, man that shit ain’t big |
| I roll with dogs that’ll rock your wig |
| And got gigs all money |
| Detroit to Portland |
| Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin |
| Your nothin of importance, I don’t sweat you |
| Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you |
| I’m all about the everyday nothin at all |
| See I’m not doin very much, I’m just havin a ball |
| I’m in bed by four, I’m up by noon |
| I might sit around, I might write me a tune |
| I might go fishi' and again I might not |
| I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch |
| The watch on my wrist, that don’t even exist |
| A lot of pissed people from appointments that I’ve missed |
| I dissed everybody and their mom for spite |
| Cause everybody’s barkin, but nobody ever bites |
| Your talkin loud, sayin nothin |
| Get you dad, get your cousin |
| Go and get your boy cause he’s as big as a house |
| Now take your pussy ass click and get the f**k out |
| I’m the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states |
| I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates |
| I do big plates eight times a day |
| The crew be livin large at the seafood bay |
| Got a way with the world and now I’m lookin' to scramble |
| Ain’t about to ass out on a no good gamble |
| Could handle anything, but I ain’t down for broke |
| So before somebody slides, somebody’s getting choked |
| I’m a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes |
| I lose a little love with everyday that passes |
| Ain’t a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary |
| I’m a very shy simplistic |
| And get this, some people say I changed |
| I’m the same mother f**ker with the same old name |
| A little extra game and extra cash could see |
| You could f**k me, but don’t put it past me |
| You wanna bash me and got no reason |
| I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons |
| I ain’t a punk, I refuse to be |
| I live for what is, not what used to be |
| Your all up in the past, that’s ass |
| Hear what I say |
| I’m all about today and I’m a die that way |
| Bitch |