Master P, Blakk, Tank, P.O.P. (Rapper), C-Los Beats - Shake What Ya Got lyrics
[Master P, Blakk, Tank, P.O.P. Rapper, C-Los Beats - Shake What Ya Got lyrics]
Hey ma hey ma, you want a lil' or a lot
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
It's like cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt
She's a dancer mayne
I keep it gully like I don't even see her
Tell my boy in the cut man
Holla when you see her
I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my number on a hundred dollar bill
You want to party shorty
You need to call me shorty
I talk country cause you know
I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty
P miller shoes on that
Candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it
Through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets
Stay swoll when I roll
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold
Yeah I see you actin up
This the way to back it up
We them No Limit boys you
Know our paper stackin up
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot
Get low with it, go with it
Show me you a pro with it
I'm usually not the type to jock
But you sorta like the type that
I would like to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the flo'
I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the Ward
Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all
Let a thug get up in that
Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the weekend
You can bring your girlfriends
I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it all night
Girl you 'bout that right?
'Less you front on my people
We ain't comin to fight
We comin to toss money
Now shake somethin for me
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine
Booty bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks
Bounce like kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can
Make you put Bucks on her
Like a Milwaukee fan
Now I'm layin backwards
Stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the
Ball when you playin jacks
Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter
I'll be tippin a broad she strippin it off
It's probably cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls
I'm a Black Soprano
In the back with tanned pros
Now let's do a little math
Add me and subtract your pants slow
I wanna see you clown on the dance flo'
So shake like ya pros and
Bounce to the banjos
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
It's like cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt
She's a dancer mayne
I keep it gully like I don't even see her
Tell my boy in the cut man
Holla when you see her
I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my number on a hundred dollar bill
You want to party shorty
You need to call me shorty
I talk country cause you know
I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty
P miller shoes on that
Candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it
Through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets
Stay swoll when I roll
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so cold
Yeah I see you actin up
This the way to back it up
We them No Limit boys you
Know our paper stackin up
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Don't stop ma, drop it like it's hot
Get low with it, go with it
Show me you a pro with it
I'm usually not the type to jock
But you sorta like the type that
I would like to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the flo'
I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the Ward
Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all
Let a thug get up in that
Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the weekend
You can bring your girlfriends
I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it all night
Girl you 'bout that right?
'Less you front on my people
We ain't comin to fight
We comin to toss money
Now shake somethin for me
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Look at shawty, she movin like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin like a tamborine
Booty bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks
Bounce like kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she walk she can
Make you put Bucks on her
Like a Milwaukee fan
Now I'm layin backwards
Stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the
Ball when you playin jacks
Now I ain't sayin that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter
I'll be tippin a broad she strippin it off
It's probably cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls
I'm a Black Soprano
In the back with tanned pros
Now let's do a little math
Add me and subtract your pants slow
I wanna see you clown on the dance flo'
So shake like ya pros and
Bounce to the banjos
Shake it for me shorty, work what you got
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that spot