J.R. Writer - Shake lyrics

k**a! Jones! Freekey! 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 me Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team Click the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on me Lookin like I'm nicotine But it's all for the green like Listerine Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean All my n***a team fix the fix get the cream I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama Just a steppin stone for me now I'm hittin Madonna And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin my condom [Hook] We're the Dips, so cut the sh** Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut the sh** 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 a** 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 a**, 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 [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3: JR Writer] In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks I'mma 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 who*e A Bronx b*atch that'll let me look and explore Up front but beat around the bush for sure 'Til the toosh is sore, hit it doggy style Get it doggy style, you know your doggy's style I'mma mack or more and it's smash or more A VIP up between the bathroom stalls [Hook] [Bridge]