Freestyle Fellowship - Shammy's lyrics
[Freestyle Fellowship - Shammy's lyrics]
Not the jenny on the jimmy on the jammy
A double whammy not your mammy or granny
But maybe your ladys a shammy
If she likes to put her nickname on her fanny
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ittty-bitty brain-game
Hope it's not the same thing
That I heard before
Rollin' with a chain gang
Couldn't be a plain jane
A dressed up shammy is a messed up ho
With dookie braids she parades in
The street to the beat
Six deep, heading for the swap meet
Complete she deletes the definition
Of a freak
Her body is bad but her girl is sad
I met my first shammy on the hillcrest drive
At a funky fresh jam back in 1985
I said damn, whats up with the flim flam?
And the wham to the bam
To the thank you ma'am
I got a Cadillac ride sittin' right outside
But baby gotta keep it low
So we gots'ta hide
But then the DJ kicked in the bass
And everybody picked up the pace
She bumped the rump that
Had the Hip-Hop pumpin
And then she put her booty all in my face
Lemme tell ya she was rubbin on
My knees with her permanent crease
Turned around and then she was
Pullin on my BVDs
Yo baby i did not say that you could do tHAT!
Now leave my booty alone and give me
Cushion for the pushin' on my bone
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho
Welcome to the shammy hall of fame front row
Brought up as a pinky and the stinky up close
Shammy's getting faded on the fellowship show
Hi ho hi ho ho hi ho
Gimme little look and I will go
Buniqua and Batina and Shatima know the pro
Fessional-professional-pro hi ho
From Idaho to Ohio the shammys get the pros
Words from the summit
The shammys favorite homo
Bye ho, bye ho, bye hoes, bye hoes, by ho
I went to a shammy convention
Annually given by the neighborhood shammys
Pulled a shammy named Shalaqua
Aqua green eyes camera called the cookie
Aww, sookie sookie
Aww took me took me to the back
She laid me on my back
Lookie lookie lookie here
She was waitin to sip the cognac
Oh shit, baby baby please
- draws and t-shirt laid her on the floor
Wore her out without a doubt
Shalaqua cock-a-rocka bull shammy is
A ballers best friend you'll agree-
A party over here, a party over there
A party in your mouth and
The fellowship was comin'
Well my story starts way back in eighty-deuce
When my nuts started swellin'
And developin' juice
The shammys in my hood used to get loose
That's when I started noticing
The big caboose
A big black booty stuffed in them jeans
It was a halified- shammified calendar queen
Walked over to me and she said "what up?"
Caught me by surprise so I said "what up?"
She said "my name's Shaniqua
You can call me Shay-Shay
You can call me baby, but don't call me baby"
She was proper, no bullsharkin' well hey hey
So Acey starting shootin' game like an AK
I said whom-whoom-whoom-whoom-whoompty-woom
Start shakin' that junk in the
Trunk for the crew
Now I love laquita, prashonda, and petunia
Not Jimmy Shammy Baker or Shammy Davis Jr
Here in LA, all down in Alabamy
Or over down the east coast down in Miami
A certain type of twang-thang
Learned from my mammy
It's called the flim-flammy and
She's called the shammy
Shammy i refuse to call a girl the shammy
Don't let 'em fool ya
Even though they call you a Jezebel
Skeezer groupie gold-digger bitch, well
Tramp
Strawberry stank-ho queen- it seems they know
Not what these words mean
Check my keen senses, princess
Black beauty, nice duty, black pearl
Fly girl
Don't stop, dark and lovely chocolate drop
Brown sugar blackberries of Hip-Hop, sold
Sugar Dumpling let me tell you something
Mature and slender, young and tender
Nothing will hinder my full surrender
To our nations pearls black girls