KLC - Shake lyrics

[Trina] [Lil Scrappy] (spoken) Yep! (G's up) Ha, ha, I'm back! (Trina, Trina, aww) That's right I done stepped my game up and s**ed my frame up [Hook] Shake the shake with it Shake the shake with it Shake the shake with it Don't be fake with it Shake the shake with it Shake the shake with it (Lil Scrappy!) Shake the shake with it Don't be fake with it (shake it!) [Trina] Titties sit right a** sit better I'm mean in the thong behind this wooden leather You can catch me South Beach in the drop top Carerra In the middle of somebody dance floor like whatever, drop! I keep it hood for you baby Cause on the down-low mama know what's good for you baby (What's good for me babe?) Bottle of Henny for ya, me in a mini for ya Show you some love, that's if I got any for ya I could make it from the dollars to the pennies for ya Back to back it it up and then I bend it for ya But I don't come cheap So you gotta break Trina off if you really want the right young freak p**y good, couple pumps, skeet skeet But first I need that new Bentley It should be a crime being this fine And I get what I want I let 'em see it from behind, oh! [Chorus] Want me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!) Want me to do my little dance for ya? Okay, kay, kay Want me to do my little dance for ya? Make it clap like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay!) Okay, kay, kay, kay Want me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!) Want me to do my little dance for ya? Okay, kay kay Want me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay!) Make it clap like my hands for ya (Shake it, shake it!) [Trina] Hair stay fixed, nails stay fixed Keep n***as hotter than project grits Paparazzi wanna know if I'm gay Well I'm the reason why Shaq came to M-I-A [laughter] Drop it like it's low your old man would of fainted on me Maybe because the jeans look like they was hangin' on me And my shoe game oh so vicious I'm what your taste buds need cause I'm so delicious Diamond Princess, how could you forget this? Slip-N-Slide Records and the hood be my witness I'm the baddest thing walkin' the block And you the saddest thing stalkin' the cop I'm Miss 305, bu*ter pecan thighs Pretty brown eyes in the 745 you could keep up with me I'm the Diamond Mami drinkin' from a gold bottle Grown women say I'm they role model, swallow that! [Chorus] [Trina] Now where my real b**hes at that be takin' it off And keep them playas straight breakin' 'em off That's how you do that there And Trina won't lie to ya And sugarcoat it and it's fly to ya It's like smokin' on a crib, lightin' up a dib Poppin' one and puttin' some of me up on your lips, on your lips And I ain't no better high than me baby Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby Purses and shoes by Louie, Gucci All from the pretty face and ghetto booty What you want baby? For me and you to do a p**n baby And tell you to beat it 'til the morn baby I'm extra s**ual and intellectual Could do us both, just so professional And I could wobbly on it And take my phone calls like you can't bother me on it [Chorus] [Hook] [Lil Scrappy] [Trina] Okay, kay, kay, kay I keep it good for you baby Cause on the down low mama know what's good for you baby, unh I keep it good for you baby Cause on the down low mama know what's good for you baby Okay, kay, kay, kay And ain't no better high than me baby Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby, come on And ain't no better high than me baby Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby