Leaving, retreating, I crave her, I am her What do I have to do to make you shake Your fault lines are deceiving This is gonna hurt, make no mistake
me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me
street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your
on the click A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your
do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be
love prescription (You make me weak in the knees you make me scream baby please) Call the ambulance and check me in, cause it hit me. (Chorus) It hit me
shake your lil' body for me Your eyes Your eyes They make me feel baby Dance for me I love the way you shake your lil' body for me Oh your eyes Take over me
make me sad, just can't make me Whoa, 'cause I've been there before, don't wanna go no more The world can?t take me, won?t let it drive me mad Sadness
make it shake Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake
up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (Strap your folks) Who want beef with state
heat, stay up outta the street Nigga turn police 'cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad, don't make me bald So I want it all, fuck had, don't make me
Like the Bay and LA, From San Diego up Seattle's way Aint no shake like a rattlesnake, That Budwiser make ya get smart You say you went to San Francisco and left your
wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways that'll cause a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust
best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread that the booty can make
shakin' your head, like a goose And work your body 'till it gets loose Ladies, bend your back and also your knees Shake your titties and let me squeeze
Yo, I dunno, marga man here. with the raskitdizzee rascal Yo, walkin thru the club doors, betta make space, make way, make some more And all the girlsthinks
