Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Extended Version) [2020 Remaster]

"Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing"

You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy

(I like the way you talk)

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah)

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (That shit is banging, that shit is banging)

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay

Give me the mic so I can take it away

Off on a natural charge, bon voyage

Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad

Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm

Rain on your college-ass disco dorm

For you to even touch my skill

You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now (That shit is banging)

Chop that down, pass it all around

Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground

For any MC in any fifty-two states

I get psycho killer, Norman Bates

My producer slam, my flow is like bam

Jump on stage and then I dip down (That shit is banging)

(I like the way you talk)

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

See, when a **** say that he likes it raw

Keeping it dirty, down to the floor

See, my name is the ODB

And I'll beat your ass

For the ladies who know me, tell them who the fuck I be

For the **** who know me, tell them who the fuck I be

Huh, my style comes down on y'all like rock (Sitting on the dock of the bay)

By the dock

Come by the flock (But don't go)

By the brick, by the block

Got East coast locked down, padlock

My Zu **** be all O-ed down by the flock

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay

Give me the mic so I can take it away

Off on a natural charge, bon voyage

Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad

Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm

Rain on your college-ass disco dorm

For you to even touch my skill

You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now

Chop that down, pass it all around

Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground

For any MC in any fifty-two states

I get psycho killer, Norman Bates

My producer slam, my flow is like bam

Jump on stage and then I dip down

Yo, y'all know the lyrics

Come on, sing with me

Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah)

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)

Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)

Yeah, baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)

Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (Shi-shimmy, shi-shi—)

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay

Give me the mic so I can take it away

Shimmy shimmy ya

"Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing"

You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy

(I like the way you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk)