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Текст песни Cam`Ron f JR Writer - 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 come mess with meBe a mess to clean, call me Mr. CleanThe way I glitz and gleam, trigger teamClick the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on meLookin like I`m nicotineBut it`s all for the green like ListerineHad to diss the queen thinkin I`m gon` get her jeansI ain`t Ginuwine, ma, my mission`s meanAll my nigga team fix the fix get the creamI sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa MilanoGot the Crist` and the ghanga and its gettin un-karmaComma, now she cryin she missin her mamaJust a steppin stone for me now I`m hittin MadonnaAnd she twistin the fauna as we sit in the saunaGuess it`s just my persona, got her kissin my condom[Chorus]We`re the Dip, so cut the shitMa twist your hips and lick your lipsWe`re the Dip, so cut the shitMa twist your hips and lick your lips[Bridge - Cam`Ron]Ma you straight frontin`, let`s get the date jumpinSee your booty panties, ma shake somethingShake something, shake somethingShake-shake, shake shake something[Verse 2 - Cam`Ron]And I got some girls, bout five or sixAnd a five and six, about five or sixI surprise the chick, that`s when her eyes get litLet her drive the whip, see if she ride a stickWho as live as this? My pool size is sick (sick)But swim in my pants and dive for dickThey call me Moby, my pos-i-tiveTell them free Willy if your thigs are thickAnd your ass if fat and your head is rightAnd your dough is good, we can smash tonightRight here in the car, ma, at the lightIf you ask for cash, oh I`m mad for lifeKiss ass, you dyke, and I`m fast to fightIf you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?)Or I stab it light and we`ll grab a biteIs it crab you like? Lobster appetite[Chorus][Bridge][Verse 3 - JR Writer]In front of the club, drops, coups and trucksI`ma front in the club with a hundreds of studsA gun and some bud through the metal detectorThe metal detect ya, settle and wet `chaI don`t mettle with extra, you fakes and clownsI walk in and get out of the club safe and soundSilencer, dog, how safe it sound?I got apes and hounds, he just pace aroundAnd I`ll lace you down, but I`m lookin forA Manahttan ho or a Brooklyn whoreA Bronx biatch that`ll let me look and exploreUp front but beat around the bush for sure`Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy styleGet it doggy style, you know your doggy`s styleI`ma mack or more and it`s smash or moreA VIP up between the bathroom stalls[Chorus][Bridge]

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