Ghostface Killah - Shakey Dog lyrics

Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?
I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time
Fasten your seatbelts
I'ma take y'all on some real shit
This Theodore shit
Y'all niggas know what time it is and shit
Y'know I mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit
You know

Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble goose, goose
Clouds of smoke
Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted
Whip smelling like fish from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries
Hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the fuckin' seat up
Tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips


I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys
Got the Montana booth in front of the store
Made my usual gun check, safety off
Come on Frank the moment is here
Take your fuckin' hood off
And tell the driver to stay put
Fuck them niggas on the block they shook
Most of them won't look they frontin'
They no crooks they fuck up they own jux
Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the doorway
See that lady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway
Damn she look pretty old Ghost
She work for Kevin, she 'bout 77
She paid her dues when she smoked his
Brother in law at his bosses' wedding
Flew to Venezuela quickly when the
Big fed stepped in
3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor
Last door you look paranoid that's why I
Can't juks with you
Why? Why you behind me leery?
Shakey Dog stutterin'
When you got the bigger cooker on you
You is a crazy motherfucker
Small Hoodie dude
Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe
Larry shit straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme
Cocaine, dead bodies
Jail time you goin' carry it
Matter of fact, all the cash, I'ma carry it
Stash it in jelly and break
It down at the Marriott
This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?
These fuckin' maricons on the couch
Watchin' Sanford and Son
Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice
Big round onions on a T-bone steak
My stomach growling, yo I want some
Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me
Knock at the door
Act like you stickin' me up
Put the joint to my face
Push me in quickly when the bitch open up
Remember you don't know me
Blast him if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there? Tony
Tony one second homie no matter rain
Sleet or snow you know you
Supposed to phone me off came the latch
Frank pushed me into the door
The door flew open, dude had his mouth open
Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin'
Told him, "Freeze!" lay the fuck down
And enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, slapped him
Asked him where's the cash
Coke and the crack? Get to smokin' you fast
His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish
Big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon
Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot
The kick in the four-fifth broke
A bone in her wrist
And she dropped the heat
"Give up the coke!"
But the bitch wouldn't listen
I'm on the floor like, "Holy shit!"
Watchin' my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz
He let the pitbull out
Big head Bruno with the
Little shark's teeth chargin'
Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared
Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air
Missin' his target, off the Frigidare
It grazed my ear killed that bullshit pit
Ran to the bathroom butt first
Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon
The coke's in the vacuum
Got to the bathroom, faced his bad wounds
The big one had the centipede stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out
The bigger dude popped Frankie boy
Played him out to be continued