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Cam'ron - Shake (Feat. J.R. Writer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
JR Writer
JR Writer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Edward Hinson
Edward Hinson
Songwriter
Rusty Brito
Rusty Brito
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Self Services
Self Services
Producer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Mystro
Mystro
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on! Shake, shake, shake Shake, shake, shake Shake, shake, shake Yo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean Way I glitz and gleam, trigger team Click the Beam, hit the fiend get 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 nigga team, fix the fix, get the cream I sit in Bahamas with Alyssa Milano Got the Crist' and the ghanga and it's 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 We're the Dip, so cut shit Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut shit Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips, c'mon 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 Yo 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 But swim in my pants and dive for dick They call me Moby, my positive Tell them free, Willy if your thighs are thick And your ass 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 ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight If you get mad, (Incomprehensible) grab a bite, what? Or I stab it light, I would grab a bite Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite We're the Dip, so cut shit Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut shit Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips, c'mon 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 In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks I'ma 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 Manhattan or a Brooklyn whore A Bronx biatch that'll let me look, explore Up front but beat around the bush for sure 'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style Get it doggy style, you know you doin' your style I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more V.I.P. up between the bathroom stalls We're the Dip, so cut shit Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips We're the Dip, so cut shit Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips, c'mon 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
Writer(s): Cameron Giles, Edward Jr. Hinson, Rusty Brito Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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