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Cam'ron » Shake
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	Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on! Shake, shake, shake (uh!) Shake, shake, shake (Uh!) Shake, shake, shake (uh!) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, who wanna mess with me Or could with me Ill be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean Way I glitz and gleam Trigger teams, click the beam Hit the fiend, give 'em lean Clickin like I'm Nicotine But its all for the green like Listerine Had to dis the queen, thinkin' Imma get her jeans I ain't Genuwine, ma my missions mean Or my nigga Dean, fix the fix, get the cream I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milana Got the Crys and the ganja And its gettin her calmer, calm her Now she cryin she missin' her mama Jus a step is off to me now I'm hittin Madonna As she twistin', I fond her As we sit in the sauna Guess its jus' my persona Got her kissin' the condom [Chorus] We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the shit Ma twist your hips and lick your lips [Bridge - Cam'Ron] Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin See your booty panties, ma shake something Shake something, shake something Shake-shake, shake shake something [Verse 2 - Cam'Ron] And I got some girls, bout five or six And a five and six, about five or six I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick Who as live as this? My pool size is sick (sick) But swim in my pants and dive for dick They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive Tell them free Willy if your thigs are thick And your ass if fat and your head is right And your dough is good, we can smash tonight Right here in the car, ma, at the light If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?) Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 3 - JR Writer] In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs A gun and some bud through the metal detector The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound Silencer, dog, how safe it sound? I got apes and hounds, he just pace around And I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for A Manahttan ho or a Brooklyn whore A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore Up front but beat around the bush for sure 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style Get it doggy style, you know you doin your style I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more A VIP up between the bathroom stalls [Chorus] [Bridge]
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